Unseasoned Traveler

All right, let's get one thing straight. I've flown just 4 times in my life and never on my own, so for you seasoned travelers out there this might seem a bit silly. But I hope you might get a laugh out of it.

Right now I'm sitting in Terminal C at Logan International, and have been for the past half hour. You may ask, "why aren't you at least sitting near your gate?" Well, that's because I'm not allowed to check my luggage yet. Because I got here five hours before my (domestic) flight. And you can only begin to check your baggage 4 hours before your departure time. Eh, at least I'll get a lot of work done. I need to get my fill of the internet before being cut off completely for 7 weeks, right? It's kinda just hitting me that I won't be able to look up facts or waste time on the internet anymore...I actually have to think about things and maybe talk to a real human.

My rational in getting here so early is that the other bus would get me to the airport only an hour and a half early. "Only" can be taken as you wish. I hear the airport gets busy around that time, though, and I wanted to be prepared. Besides, I'm rather entertained by the activity around me. A middle aged business man to my left is having a very serious conversation with someone about friends with benefits, drinking gin and tonic or whiskey (I guess he's not picky) by the campfire with a good book, and playing golf for 4 hours. How did I end up next to the most stereotypical business man America has to offer?

Speaking of cell phones, my nerves are a bit heightened. Someone's phone went off and I panicked, thinking it was mine before I realized I don't even have that ringtone. Why did I even panic in the first place? I guess because I dislike talking on the phone. In addition to listening to interesting phone conversations (it's not quite eavesdropping...I'm not doing it on purpose...) I am intrigued by the types of luggage going by and I have come to two conclusions:

1) Those people dragging long skinny bags that I assume are skis must be terribly depressed with the lack of snow this winter and 2) I do not fit in with my highlighter pink duffle bag among the multitude of black roll-y bags. I guess I have an excuse: I'm not supposed to have a roll-y bag because what I bring has to compress enough to fit under my mattress in my bunk on the boat. Which meant that of course the shoulder strap broke when I lifted it. Ah well.  I've also found I'm not attired correctly, with my jeans, flannel, and multitude of layers I'm wearing because they don't fit in my bag. Ah well, people usually nod with understanding when I say I'm from Ohio.

Next time I update I'll likely be in Orange County, CA in some nice 70 degree weather with Hannah, but for now I'm going to finish the water in my 40 oz water bottle so it isn't confiscated and peruse the World Wide Web. Until then, good bye East Coast.