Airport

Never going to the airport.

Ever.

Again.

Not by myself anyway.

I don't want to get into it too much because I want to write about other things, but this is a recap of what happened yesterday.

I dropped off Steven at work. I drove to the airport. I got stranded.

I forgot to get money from Steven to I could get out of the garage. I figured I would just meet up with my mum and borrow some money and just pay her back when I went to pick up Steven. Wrong. I went to the wrong terminal. My instincts told me to go to the second terminal after I didn't see my family show up, but since my mum is a weirdo and likes to get lost, I figured they were late. I was wrong. I waited and waited and nobody showed up. So instead of listening to my gut and going to the second terminal, I stayed in the first one. FOR NINE HOURS. With no money and no way to call my family. I had a dollar with me, so I used that to call. After five hours at the airport, I tried using my card to call. They couldn't charge it, but they told me I could call collect. So I did. Unfortunately, I had the terminals all mixed up. I told my dad to tell my mum I was at the second terminal when I was really at the second one. So I stayed at the first terminal while my mum looked for me at the first one. Neither of us thought about finding each other by going to the next terminal. It was dumb.

Eventually this old man that looked like Einstein helped me, and I found a way to communicate with my mum. She finally just came to the first terminal and found me. I felt like an idiot because even Einstein told me I was at the second terminal, so I got even more confused by his reassurance. I didn't actually figure out I was at the first terminal until I saw this little map a few minutes before my mum came to the right terminal. I hate going to airports by myself. I'm never going it again.

I felt bad though. Steven did a not so awesome job at work just so he could come find me. When he finally did I could tell he had been crying and he gave me a super big hug. He thought it was stupid that I had been worried about him getting him this whole time rather than worrying about myself. But I knew I was okay, so I couldn't worry about me. I felt bad that I made so many people cry and freak out over me though. I didn't even mean to do it!!! It was just a misunderstanding. But oh well, everything is okay now.

Actually, that's all I feel like talking about now. I was gonna have this deep post about being yourself but I really forgot where I was going with it. I guess I'll just have to write it some other time.

I haven't seen my grandma yet, but I want to. I dunno where she is though. Guess I'll figure it out later.

Oh, and my bestie Mel-Mel is back on Facebook. I'm happy because now I can talk to her all the time!!! Hooray!!! Gaia really wasn't working out. It was too slow and we were never on at the same time. But Facebook works because now if we're on we can just use the chat and stuff!!!

Yeah, I'm excited.

New day, new things to do.

Wish Steven wasn't at work.

Love,
Andrea~!