so now its our turn.
our suitcase tracks
While I’ve been in Boston, we’ve been rather fortunate weatherwise (yea we still got slushy snow for an hour or so earlier in the week), but from people’s facebooks and away messages, I gather Chicago has gotten a lot of snow this past week. But whoopie-doo, the morning I was going to leave Boston, the snow storm begins. We had a 6:30am flight and because of the snow, we wanted to get to the airport a little earlier, so we schedule a taxi pick-up at 3:30am (hahah yea we decided to not sleep and just stay up). So we’re waiting outside… with not a car in sight.
(btw we’re not actually in boston. We are about 1.5 hours out into the booneys of MA, where only college students and old grandmothers live)
We call the office, which is of course closed and we call around to several other taxi companies to see if they had any available cars at 4:00am on sunday. nothing.
So after an hour and a half…we trudge back to the dorm rooms..totally frustrated and snow-covered. My last resort is to call United and see if they can push back our tickets to a later flight and how grateful I was to hear the Indian man, who probably has no idea of the snow storm that is around us, say he’ll get us tickets to the 5:12pm plane and waive the fee for changing your ticket. I was so happy and thankful, I nearly started crying… And at this normal daytime hour, we were able to find a replacement taxi company to get us to the airport. YAY!! Now we just need to wait and hope there are no more delays…
o and from all this I learned that regardless of how pissed I am, I can’t really leave angry messages or complaints.
If I could be anything…
I’ve always been stumped by this question of what I would want to be, if money or parents weren’t an issue. I always said there was nothing else I would want to do, which I actually believe is partly true. I look forward to the challenges of more and more school. However, while I’ve been in Boston, I’ve basically been eating the whole time…trying out recommended restaurants and bakeries. And, I get an extra surge of excitement before going into a bakery or cafe. I can’t wait to look at the adorably cute and delicious cupcakes, cookies, and other pastries, my face pressed up against the glass casing. I can’t wait to sip my latte while I sit around and chat with friends.
It all reminds me of that movie Stranger than Fiction. I would love to have a cafe or bakery like that–no name, but something that exists for the neighborhood, where people come to sit around and just let time slow down. I imagine talking with the people or reading by the window, when things are slower or quieter. This life I envision is so different from the one ahead of me…I would like to try it out for a little bit.
YUM! yp out.
