Let's Pack Up and Move to California

Otherwise known as California Spring Break: Day 1

The morning of the day I left is a blur of packing, showering, checklists, frantically searching for items I haven't needed since summer, and painting my toenails.  My watch broke into two pieces while I was packing, so Mom and I stopped at WalMart on the way to Flint.  From Flint, Dad and I drove to Eureka and met Kaylie.

I hung out with Kaylie for a while (FINALLY!) before she drove me to the airport.  I checked my suitcase (43.5 pounds. Phew.) and went through the super secret hotel security gate within about 5 minutes.  Then I checked my ticket and headed toward gate 31C.  I walked through a trippy underground corridor with moving sidewalks and light-up glass walls set to music, and finally found concourse C.  "Weird," I thought, "I've never been to this concourse before.  And most of these are commuter flights."

Eventually, I found a departures board.  My flight was listed as on time... at gate A23.  I checked my ticket again, and sure enough, 31C was my SEAT number.  I scolded myself and turned around.

As for the flight itself, I had the aisle seat, and the middle seat was empty, so I had plenty of room-or as close to "plenty of room" as is possible on an airplane.  The family behind me was eating pickles, and the man across the aisle had boiled eggs, so I spent a lot of the flight trying not to breathe.  I read 2 chapters of my philosophy book, watched some late night talk shows, and read the latest issue of AP.

We landed on time, and I headed towards baggage claim.  On the way to the carousel, I saw a small, blonde person with extremely long hair... which, of course, was Jenney.  We hugged, I got my bag, and we got in her mom's truck.  It took around 15 minutes to get back to her house, where I ate some delicious cheese.  We talked in her room until midnight (3 am Michigan time) then I fell asleep when she went to get food.