I am now on the plane descending to Washington-Dulles Airport. Already knowing I am late for my transfer flight, my fatigued body walked slowly to the customer service line. I was greeted by an older man with an oriental accent who I could barely understand. Due to the issues I had that day already, I was unsurprised. I rebooked my flight instead heading for San Francisco. About an hour later, I was notified that my original flight was in fact delayed and still at the airport. I wanted to scream, AHHH!!! But instead, I ran with laptop, messenger bag, and tired suitcase in hand. Arriving sweatily at the gate, I breathlessly asked the flight attendant if the plane had taken off. She replied, "We are still waiting to hear when we can board." My response: "REALLY?"
I sat on the plane to Sacramento and day (or rather, night) dreamed about my traveling plights. I chatted with my teenage seat-mates, trying to put my mind at rest.
Finally, finally, I landed in Sacramento International Airport. As soon as I took a long shower, I opened the window to smell the California air. And my pillow quickly became my best friend as I fell asleep.