that's it... I give up traveling
Monday morning was pretty eventful until a water company truck showed up in front of our house. My mother saw it and went outside to talk to the guys. They were shutting off our water, apparently. My mother was livid and got on the phone to the water company. One their tenants had an outstanding water bill, so the water company decided to transfer the balance to our address. After she hung up with the water company, she called her attorney, Pat (he's wonderful). Then she called the Morning Journal and demanded the story run front page. I love my mother.
I said goodbye to Tristan and Amberleigh and my mother drove me to the airport. I had a direct flight, so that was supposed to be easier. The flight back to Baltimore was pretty short, too, which was good because I got the middle seat. When I got off the plane, I went to baggage claim to get my suitcase. The little screen said the bags from Cleveland would be at carousel 12. I watched and waited at 12. For a while. So long that they shut off the belt. I started to get a little nervous. I had a lot of important stuff in my bad. I decided to check out some other conveyor belts before I had a cow. And there it was, on number 11. For the record, I loathe Delta/Continental.
I had to catch the shuttle to get to the train station. Unfortunately, I ended up taking the wrong one, to the daily garage. I figured the shuttle would just loop around and I could get off at the spot I got on, and wait for the right shuttle. That idea was working out well, until after the driver had dropped everyone, he didn't go back to the airport, he went back to the shuttle parking lot. After he parked, I explained what had happened. I think he was mocking me in his head. He told me that he'd be going back to the airport in about 10 minutes. He called me "Ma'am" a lot. Finally I got back to the airport and got on the right shuttle. I got to the station and... MARC trains weren't running on the "holiday." So I had to buy an Amtrak ticket to get back to Union Station. It was pretty comfortable, but I was stilled annoyed about having to buy another (more expensive) ticket. I managed to get to Union Station ok, and to get on the metro and off at Rosslyn. It wasn't raining as I walked back to the apartment, so that was good. No one was home when I got there. Lori and Alyssa were at class, and Tiffany hadn't gotten back yet. It was nice to enjoy a little bit of quiet before everyone came in. Which they did relatively soon.
It was nice to be back to where I don't have to travel for a while. (At least for two weeks.) But I, surprisingly, was sad to leave Ohio. I think I overestimate my stamina when it comes to my ability to be by myself. I don't know. It was really good to spend time with my family, all of it. This weekend's going to be great when the girls come up. But I'm also really looking forward to Thanksgiving, when I'll be in Ohio for a whole week.
I said goodbye to Tristan and Amberleigh and my mother drove me to the airport. I had a direct flight, so that was supposed to be easier. The flight back to Baltimore was pretty short, too, which was good because I got the middle seat. When I got off the plane, I went to baggage claim to get my suitcase. The little screen said the bags from Cleveland would be at carousel 12. I watched and waited at 12. For a while. So long that they shut off the belt. I started to get a little nervous. I had a lot of important stuff in my bad. I decided to check out some other conveyor belts before I had a cow. And there it was, on number 11. For the record, I loathe Delta/Continental.
I had to catch the shuttle to get to the train station. Unfortunately, I ended up taking the wrong one, to the daily garage. I figured the shuttle would just loop around and I could get off at the spot I got on, and wait for the right shuttle. That idea was working out well, until after the driver had dropped everyone, he didn't go back to the airport, he went back to the shuttle parking lot. After he parked, I explained what had happened. I think he was mocking me in his head. He told me that he'd be going back to the airport in about 10 minutes. He called me "Ma'am" a lot. Finally I got back to the airport and got on the right shuttle. I got to the station and... MARC trains weren't running on the "holiday." So I had to buy an Amtrak ticket to get back to Union Station. It was pretty comfortable, but I was stilled annoyed about having to buy another (more expensive) ticket. I managed to get to Union Station ok, and to get on the metro and off at Rosslyn. It wasn't raining as I walked back to the apartment, so that was good. No one was home when I got there. Lori and Alyssa were at class, and Tiffany hadn't gotten back yet. It was nice to enjoy a little bit of quiet before everyone came in. Which they did relatively soon.
It was nice to be back to where I don't have to travel for a while. (At least for two weeks.) But I, surprisingly, was sad to leave Ohio. I think I overestimate my stamina when it comes to my ability to be by myself. I don't know. It was really good to spend time with my family, all of it. This weekend's going to be great when the girls come up. But I'm also really looking forward to Thanksgiving, when I'll be in Ohio for a whole week.
posted by Kat @ 08:22
1 Comments:
At 6:02 PM,
Anonymous said…
Your mom is great and the public works is stupid. You'd think they would at least warn people that a bill from a tenant has been transfered to them before shutting off their water, but I guess I expect far too much intellegence from them.
Man, this trip was just no good for the traveling. That really sucks. If it makes you feel better, one time I was supposed to take Amtrak home to MI. I took the L to Union Station. The L was delayed so I ended up getting there just as my train left. So first I call my parents, and they don't answer the phone. So I left them a message saying that I was gonna try to get a flight home. Then got back on the L and took it to O'Hare. I got the next flight out which meant I had to run to the gate with no time to call the parents again. So when I land in Detroit I call them thinking their worried about this whole thing and find that they never listened to their messages despite being home and hearing the phone ring when I called the first time. So then I'm waiting near baggage claim for them to get there and pick me up. Then my dad gets there in a panic. There are two entrances to the baggage claim for this terminal, I was sitting by one and he went in the other. Then he had me paged on the loud speaker because he was too panicked to look by the other door. Travel like that sucks mans. At least you are strong enough to handle it.
I don't think you overestimated your strength at living by yourself. I think you just forgot how refreshing it can be to go home. It's kinda like how you eat pretty simple food most of the time and then you get one of those amazing dishes that you only get once in a while and you think, "I could live on this." but you know if you tried you would get horribly sick of it. Families are great. They support you and give you a place to just relax and be you, but we both know that if you were there all the time you would be talking about how nuts your parents were driving you. So keep doin' what you're doin', but don't forget that home is a great place to get your battery recharged.
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