Flying cross-country may be safer, but it almost takes as long as driving! At least, when I do it in the winter. This is my second attempt at flying during Christmas break, and it is to be my last in college. Both times I have gotten stranded for several hours in an airport I had no intention of visiting!
Fortunately, this time my Special-Agent Grandma can come get me. Its not that I don't want to hang out with her as we always have fun. However, I haven't seen my Great-Grandma in Chicago for a long time, and I was really looking forward to catching up with her. *sigh*
In other news, people watching at the Indianapolis airport is fascinating. Short tiny people jabbering away in some foreign language with lots of 'jk' and 'sh' sounds in it, men wearing blazers and skinny jeans chatting on cell phones, African-American ladies moving with their bold grace and laughing unabashedly, businessmen in their long coats, muttering into their bluetooth as they walk quickly with their little roller suitcases following them. Couples waltzing through the airport and through life, sipping some over-priced drink and not caring they are being blatantly robbed, because they are young and in love. Airport personnel with a careful blend of friendliness and professionalism painted onto their face as they walk by. Middle aged women whose hairstyle, jewelry, make-up, nails, clothes, shoes, and baggage all match; and yet they look none the happier for it. Crowds of school children in matching uniforms with harried shepherdesses ushering them towards the correct terminal with sheep-dog determination and effectiveness. Little men and women who have grown past the point of caring if their suitcases, shoes and hair all match; rather quite the contrary. College aged kids trying to look all grown up and yet trying to hide their phone calls to whatever comforting person they have turned to so that this time in transition isn't quite so intimidating. This time around I don't see many military personnel; their quiet, confident presence in matching uniforms, easily-maintained buns for the female's hair and crew cuts for the men. Usually silent but friendly when interaction is called for. Confident yet with a mysterious air about them that seems a slight hint of uncertainty as they prepare to leave or are coming home.
Or in the airport you may find people like me... obviously not their first time in a terminal. Looking very much like they don't belong and at the same time quite comfortable and familiar with their surroundings; in no hurry. Whose main priority at this point is to remain comfortable and in possession of all articles of baggage.
Okay I'm officially sick of waiting. around now.
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