Yesterday was the end of Russian school and I was sort of excited to go back to Cali – especially since almost all of my friends had already left after the banquet last night (which was interesting… lots of alcohol was consumed, and someone got a sharp elbow jab to the ribs for trying to get a little too friendly with me). Having no one to speak Russian to is a little weird and every time I speak English, I lower my voice and sort of look around. It’s hard to remember that I’m allowed to now.
Anyway, this morning I packed and sat around, waiting for my shuttle, and then it finally came, I was off to the airport, then I went through security and got up to the gate 15 minutes before boarding time. I love airports and I love flying, so I was really happy. When I get to fly, there’s not too much that can make me unhappy.
Except when my plane gets delayed for an hour, so I have to get a new connection to Ontario instead of Long Beach (60 miles away instead of 10). But that was ok – I called my dad and he was all set to pick me up at 11. Then the plane got delayed again and they said I was still ok, so we all boarded… and sat on the runway while they told us that our plane wasn’t going to leave for another hour, which meant I missed my second connecting flight. I was a little annoyed, but whatever, I figured I would spend the night in Burlington and catch a flight in the morning, right?
Not right. If I did that, the earliest I would be in LA would be 5 pm tomorrow and that didn’t make me happy. My other option? Go back through security, get back on the plane they just told me to get off, spend the night in JFK, and catch a flight out at 5 or 6. So that’s what I’m doing.
JFK isn’t as bad as I remembered. I have a (relatively) comfortable chair and there are plugs behind me so I can play on my laptop for awhile. I have 4 books in my backpack, and they’re all pretty interesting – which reminds me, I want to recommend one of them, but I’ll do it later. I also have a letter to write (now that I have stuff to say) and my nutritious dinner of cherry Poptarts, Diet Coke, and gum to eat. Mmm. Almost as exciting as my trip to Montreal.
Oh, and right in front of me is a recruiting poster for the National Guard, which I haven’t forgotten about. A trip to the recruiter’s office is planned for next week, after I’m settled into the new apartment. I’ve been looking forward to that for awhile.
Now my battery is about to die, so I’m going to charge my computer for awhile.
Off to write my letter.