Well, if you switch O'Hare with Savannah - Hilton Head, and The McCallisters with me, you'd get a pretty good representation of my initial experience on my journey.
We left home early so we could eat before I was dropped off at the airport, but bad weather slowed us down. When we got to Pooler, Daddy wanted to eat at Longhorns.. Well, that took a little bit of time. When we finally got to the airport, it was 3:50.. At most airports, a check-in under these time constraints would be near impossible, but luckily I always fly out of Savannah because of how close it is to home, and the short lines at check in and security. Well, apparently today was the day to fly out of Savannah. We said our goodbyes, took some pictures, and I was off...to security. 40 minutes later, I had finally made it through. I grabbed my bags, shoes, belt, watch, wallet and phone and searched for a seat to throw my shoes on and take off. (PSA- While converse may look great and match perfectly, they are a little difficult to get on in a time crunch. Stick to shoes you can slip on.) Running through the airport - no exaggeration. I was literally running - I made it to Gate 11, bypassing Starbucks which took all the self control I could muster. To my relief, I saw that my plane hadn't even de-planed yet. I gathered myself and calmed down, and went and found somewhere to put my belt on and reorganize my bags.
Now that I'm on the plane and on the way to Atanta, I can really calm down... At least until I get to Atlanta to do the entire act again, but this time in the international terminal with God knows how many people. After that, it's smooth sailing (And about 24 hours of travel) until I land in Cape Town.
Until the next exciting event, Au Revoir
From 35,000 Feet,
Reed
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