It is finally here! I am sitting in the airport waiting for my first flight. I don't know if it has really set in yet that I am actually going. It has been a long few months of planning and preparing.
In the true Nic style, I managed to take care of all of the big important details, while managing to overlook one tiny little insignificant one. In addition to all of the packing and organizing for being away for three weeks, I also had to prepare to go to the wedding of two good friends yesterday. I had piles laid out all over the house of things to pack, things to take/wear for the wedding, things to carry on, and I thought that I had accounted for everything. It wasn't until I was in the car on the way to wedding that I realized that I had managed to overlook one thing, the shoes I was planning to walk around in for the entire trip. My dress shoes would not suffice, and, while my Chucks are hip and stylish, they offer no support or traction while scaling castle walls, which they let you do, right? Not to worry though. Thanks to my wonderful little brother, I am currently wearing an identical pair of shoes, that only took 4 or 5 stores to find.
I have decided that I really like airports. Well, maybe not the physical building itself. I have a strong dislike of O'Hare Airport, but that is a different story. I like what an airport means. There is movement here. The people are moving. The planes are moving. The sidewalks even move. You come to the airport knowing that you are going somewhere. Even sitting here waiting for a departure, you know that you are just waiting to go. There is a sense of anticipation and excitement. The journey, even if it just a small one, is about to begin. I am like an early American settler, just getting ready to start out on my journey west in a covered wagon. A covered wagon with air conditioning, in-flight movies, and a beverage cart. Other than that though, it is basically the same.
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