Today I left my parents at O’Hare Airport to begin my adventure abroad. After battling the traffic and toll booths on the interstate, (very fun watching the two debate why there are so many toll booths and where everyone could be going) we finally made it to the airport where I was anticipating crouching in the corner unpacking and repacking my suitcase in order to make the weight requirements. Fortunately, I was only a few pounds over and the attendant didn’t seem to notice. After leaving both my parents in tears, I can say I know how they felt. I guess it’s on a little different level, but a few days ago I had to give up my pup, Marge. I considered putting her in my carry-on for awhile, but I doubt the nice attendant would have let me get away with that.
My flights have been fairly uneventful thus far. I’m loving the Irish accent and sat across from a few priests in the airport earlier. While attempting to read my book I couldn’t help but overhear their stories of horse races and drunk driving in Ireland. Sounds about right for Catholics. I’m not positive that all of them were priests, but it was still a lot more interesting than my required reading.
Until next time…
xoxo,
Amy
Ps. Apologies for my lack of posts... Internet access has been shady and expensive! So you're getting a post from a few days ago. Sorry for the delay!
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