Swept away by the road

Well here I am at the airport waiting in what I hope and believe is my correct terminal to board the plane.  I am staying task-oriented which keeps me from missing my sweetie quite as much and also keeps me from thinking about the fact that planes go in the sky.  Yes, I am also excited.  Subduing the fear and the anxiety and the longing to stay where I am comfortable means subduing the excitement too, but all those feelings are there. 

On an unrelated note, I am highly annoyed that my nail polish chose today to flake off my fingernails and chip and crack and become a complete shambles of the manicure it once was.  Too late to do anything about it now and I can only imagine what people must be thinking of the look of it, but on the upside it gives me something to do when I land and get settled in my room: look for a nail salon in Oxford. 

We got here plenty early enough – though I flubbed a bit at security because I forgot to take my laptop out of my bad and was scolded by the attendant for not listening (though in the chaos I didn’t hear an instruction or see a sign to the effect) but other than that it was pretty smooth entry into the terminals.  My plane won’t be boarding for another hour and a half or so but they have to have the bags earlier than that so the recommendation was to arrive 2 hours prior to flight time – we added 30 min early on that.  I’m very proud of my no-tears goodbyes and trying to keep that ‘stiff upper lip’ thing going. 

(Later)

I’ve been doing the people watching thing at the terminal waiting to go in.  Yes, I could pull out a book or my game but I didn’t want to ‘unpack’ so to speak right there alongside everyone else.  There’s an elderly couple who thinks they are better than everyone whispering to themselves across from me.  There is also a French couple (at least I think they are a couple, probably married from the looks) and the man has on so much perfume it would stun an orc from five miles out.  He is, of course, sitting next to me.  Huzzah.

(Even later)

Well it turns out they changed my terminal for boarding and decided not to make an announcement until boarding was underway 9 terminals over.  Great reward for those of us who got here early and were told the ‘old’ terminal for our troubles.  I did board alright though eventually.  It is like a little sardine can in here back on the middle of economy, but the price was right and it isn’t like I am going to sleep or be moving around or looking out the windows if I can help it anyway.  No electronic devices during take off so… had to endure that without the aid of my PSP’s soothing game experience.  I did pretty well really.  I didn’t even hyperventilate.