When you know you're growing up.
On Wednesday the 9th, I made it back to the UK ater a rather hurtful leaving at the Detroit airport. However, all was not going well for catching my final plane from JFK. Now JFK is a HUGE airport, with terminals located around a loop of rail tracks. My arrival into JFK was pretty simple, but from there it began to get worse. I arrived early for luggage collection and waiting around for it to start. When the luggage did start to come (I had two pieces of plane luggage to collect), i waited for about 30 minutes for the first piece to come...The other never made it. No one from airport staff was around to help me, but a little birdy had told me that the conveyor belt had been jammed with luggage, yet no news about how to go retrieve it seeming as another 3 flights were coming in. The conveyor belt for the luggage stopped and I waited around for it to start back up again. When it did, my suitcase still wasn't there and I had another hour and half until my flight left. So, I trekked around trying to find people to help me and someone shouted out to me to go follow her and this guy. I follow them and the guy says, "I have your luggage." It wasn't until he went to the computer terminal that I realised he was actually working for the airport! Instead of being a passenger and taking the wrong suitcase. We ended up trekking back to the airport's luggage collection, which was a good 10 minute walk. By this time, my plane was leaving in an hour and I had to rush to catch my plane.
Catching the Air Train was a huge pain in the ass. Because every check in place in the airport was a good 10 minute run from the station. I get to the check in place, only to be told that I was at the wrong one. Then I head to another check in place, only to be told that I can't check in here and had to move to the international check in place around the corner. By this time, my flight was due to live in 45 minutes. Telling a member of staff this, I get told that my flight had shut the gate and that I had to be at the gate an hour and half before the due flight time! Most airlines don't even do this, so it shocked me a little. Luckily there was a flight leaving half an hour later than the one I was supposed to catch, and I didn't have to pay a charge for missing my flight.
Once on the plane I was still a little uneasy and in the end didn't catch any sleep. I was worried about the pressure from my family, especially my brother, about finding a job and advancing my skills. Since I've been back I've been constantly trying to find a job, despite minor jet lag. However, things are never that easy in my family as I'm constantly lectured by my brother. As much as I love to go into details about things that have gone on in the past, I'd rather leave them be for now.
Being home just sucks all over. Everything seems so bland and gloom and doom. Nevertheless, on the positive side of things, I have a computer to begin my script. Ok, yes if you read in previous posts I said I was writing and getting it all done blah blah blah. But now I have more free time to write, and everything I've experienced over the summer has had a great affect on my writing. I do feel kinda special each time I write, and it makes me wanna write more. I'll be giving some minor updates as time.pages go along.
This is how I know I'm growing up. Because when things come at you at such a quick pace, you know you need to adjust accordingly. Yet in the end, all you can do is smile and laugh. Perhaps this is my new atitude now, because the stupidest things do happen to me, yet there is always some bright side to it. Although some of my growing up-ness is shielded from my family, they know I'm growing up and being a little independent from them. I'm still young and the world is so open at the moment that I can have my choice of what I wanna do. Sometimes pressure helps, but in the end it all depends on how much you want something.
One of my best friends in Sheffield txt me to say that she had been stalking me to see how I was, and that my blog has been read by a few of my old classmates. All I can say is it makes me feel good to know that people care about me, despite not knowing them that well. So for that, I say thank you to those who do read my blogs.
For now, take care. Hope all is well wherever you may be.
*I'll be uploading some pictures from my time in America to my Flickr account, which you can find on the right hand side.*
Catching the Air Train was a huge pain in the ass. Because every check in place in the airport was a good 10 minute run from the station. I get to the check in place, only to be told that I was at the wrong one. Then I head to another check in place, only to be told that I can't check in here and had to move to the international check in place around the corner. By this time, my flight was due to live in 45 minutes. Telling a member of staff this, I get told that my flight had shut the gate and that I had to be at the gate an hour and half before the due flight time! Most airlines don't even do this, so it shocked me a little. Luckily there was a flight leaving half an hour later than the one I was supposed to catch, and I didn't have to pay a charge for missing my flight.
Once on the plane I was still a little uneasy and in the end didn't catch any sleep. I was worried about the pressure from my family, especially my brother, about finding a job and advancing my skills. Since I've been back I've been constantly trying to find a job, despite minor jet lag. However, things are never that easy in my family as I'm constantly lectured by my brother. As much as I love to go into details about things that have gone on in the past, I'd rather leave them be for now.
Being home just sucks all over. Everything seems so bland and gloom and doom. Nevertheless, on the positive side of things, I have a computer to begin my script. Ok, yes if you read in previous posts I said I was writing and getting it all done blah blah blah. But now I have more free time to write, and everything I've experienced over the summer has had a great affect on my writing. I do feel kinda special each time I write, and it makes me wanna write more. I'll be giving some minor updates as time.pages go along.
This is how I know I'm growing up. Because when things come at you at such a quick pace, you know you need to adjust accordingly. Yet in the end, all you can do is smile and laugh. Perhaps this is my new atitude now, because the stupidest things do happen to me, yet there is always some bright side to it. Although some of my growing up-ness is shielded from my family, they know I'm growing up and being a little independent from them. I'm still young and the world is so open at the moment that I can have my choice of what I wanna do. Sometimes pressure helps, but in the end it all depends on how much you want something.
One of my best friends in Sheffield txt me to say that she had been stalking me to see how I was, and that my blog has been read by a few of my old classmates. All I can say is it makes me feel good to know that people care about me, despite not knowing them that well. So for that, I say thank you to those who do read my blogs.
For now, take care. Hope all is well wherever you may be.
*I'll be uploading some pictures from my time in America to my Flickr account, which you can find on the right hand side.*
posted by Tez @ Saturday, August 12, 2006
2 Comments:
At 9:12 pm,
Anonymous said…
You're welcome for reading your blog!
That doesn't sound grammatically correct, but you know what I mean.
At 1:32 pm,
Tez said…
haha I understand what you mean baby. :)
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