Friday February 24 11:00pm
So I traveled home today. Like most times that I drive home in the middle of the day, it just seemed to highlight how I can be two totally different people at once. It feels like the last 24 hours were really two completely separate days and when you think about it, it is actually sort of mind boggling how in todays world in less than 2 hours I can be 100 miles away. This never ceases to amaze me when travelling by plane.
For instance, this past fall I took a trip to Las Vegas to play in the national championship tournament for an adult kickball league (a story in itself how my sister roped me into this sport in the first place). I was in Las Vegas for less than 48 hours and by the time I got back it, the journey and the time spent almost seemed as if they belonged to someone else. As if they were not mine to own, that I couldn’t have travelled that far and returned in such a short time.
An even better example occured last summer when my grandfather turned 85. My grandmother had planned a surprise party for his birthday. Bizers and Robinsons made the trek to Huntsville Alabame from Texas, Florida, Kentucky, and Virginia. Unfortunately the main party (and my grandfather’s birthday) fell on Saturday May 6, the day after finals. Even more unfortunate was the actual surprise was set to take place May 5, a day I needed to devote to my last final exam.
I found a ticket where I could leave Saturday mid-morning from Richmond for Huntsville, and then leave to go back to Richmond the following day in the early afternoon. In order to afford the ticket I had to incur a layover in Charlotte, N.C. a city towards which I have a semi-reasonable wrath due to interactions and games with their Varsity women’s soccer team (grrr).
Unfortunately, due to some ridiculous layovers and delays, I got to the party and it was great to see the whole family. I was definitely bummed to miss a bart of the whole cleebration but I was even more bummed when the airline cancelled my initial flight, which then meant I had a longer layover. I once did the math and I think I ended up travleing for $18+/hours for a 16 hour trip. however, I am so glad I got to see my grandpa’s happiness to be surrounded by so many people that love him.