Stranded

GRRRR! Chase, get out of my head! Out damn spot!

Last Saturday I was on my way down to Houston for my brothers graduation from medical school. Due to weather it took me FOURTEEN hours to get from DC to Houston. I missed the graduation completely. I had a minor meltdown during my extensive layover in Hot-lanta. I walked 24,373 steps (According to the pedometer on my phone), then nestled up at the bar at Chili’s to watch the Florida State Women’s Softball Playoffs, and buried myself in a basket of French fries and some REALLY bad chili (chili’s has bad chili … poor marketing)

My family called from the Galveston Beach (where I was supposed to be) to say they were missing me. As they were lounging on the front porch of my cousin’s beach house, playing football, drinking beer and grilling steaks. I was alone. In Atlanta. I melted.

I couldn’t get sentences out without whimpering. I don’t know what was wrong with me, but I suddenly felt so lonely. I got to thinking that my whole life I’ve been standing solo. Growing up it was always my parents (a duo) my brothers (a duo) and me. Now my brothers have their significant others, and I am still alone. I wanted someone I could call and keep me company. I wanted someone who just wanted to sit on the phone with me while I sat, sad. And I couldn’t help but wish that person was Chase. (get out!)

Did I call him? No. I pushed it down deep, wore my sunglass at night. And pouted.

I arrived in Houston at 2AM. Noone was there to pick me up. I taxied to my grandfathers, where no one was awake to greet me. I slept on the couch. I woke up early the next morning, to no one.

I dressed, showered, cleaned. Then my family shows up 5 minutes before they have to leave to the airport to go home. I flew 14 hours, for five minutes of their time. They could’ve gotten there earlier, but “showing took awhile.”

I regrouped. Reassessed. I was on my way to France, and no ill-fated start was going to get me down. Coffee, cantaloupe, calisthenics. I was back.

After a 10 hour layover in Houston, I was on my way to Bordeaux.