I cannot tell you how great it was to be back at the airport and feeling the excitement of traveling. There is just something about going to another place other than your home and experiencing new things that I cannot get enough of! Even traveling to familiar places is exciting, however, there is nothing like stepping on ground that your feet have never felt before and looking around at people whom you have never once crossed paths. For some reason, my spirit craves this experience and thankfully, my family likes to travel too.
All the comedians and radio stations have been talking about getting frisked byt the airport security and although I did not get frisked, I almost wish I would have instead. Okay, so I did not take Anatomy therefore I do not know what every part of my body is called... especially not at 6 in the morning! The man told me to walk forward into what I felt was the same thing you step in to get a spray tan and turn left. He then told me to place my thumb and index fingers together and place my hands at the crown of my head. First of all, it sadly took me a while to figure out exactly how to place my hands and then like an idiot... it took me even longer to figure out just what the heck the crown of my head was. I put my hands on my forehead and the man politely said, "Ma'am that is your forehead" sooo I moved my hands back and he then said ,"Ma'am that is the back of your head." By that time I just wanted to yell "Just tell me the answer!!" It was frustratingly embarrassing. haha
We rushed down to our gate at the airport (which was one of the farthest away) only to realize that our plane did not leave until an hour later. Why did we rush to get there so early? One word: Bobby. So we sat down and passed the time. I began knitting a new "something" because I learned how to last week and am officially adding it to my go-to hobbies. However, I was a little thrown off by the weird looks I got by many people around me, but I guess it is not the most "hip" thing to do.
Doesn't it always seem like the one person on the plane with a bad cough or screaming child sits right behind you? Well, in our family those people ALWAYS end us sitting right behind my mom and as frustrating as it is, its HILARIOUS haha. This time, it was an older woman with her screaming, coughing, kicking grandson named, Josh. How did I know his name? ...She said it every other word.
As the plane landed, I noticed the man sitting diagonal of me had an FBI tag on his luggage and the man sitting a few rows back from us was Steve Cohen! I guess it was only appropriate to fly with politicians to Washington, D.C. I'll tell you, since the moment we stepped off the plane, all that has been anywhere is politics. Politics, and smart people surround me here and I absolutely love it. Of course, I am being stereotypical with that statement, but I do feel like the majority of people surrounding me have very high IQ's. Maybe its the long black coats and brief cases that give off that vibe? Whatever it is, it's intimidating. This is my first time to D.C. and really my first time to this part of the country, so I am enjoying watching just that different ways people carry themselves. Of course it is not near as different as people in other countries, but it is still distinctly different from my usual Southern surroundings. Thank goodness we are all not exactly alike;)
Personally, I think it's important for us to travel and experience different parts of the world, or even just different parts of our very own country because there is alot to learn from placing yourself in uncomfortable situations. It is in these times that we find a balance between that strong sense of Southern, Northern, American and whatever else. We get a little bit of everything and with that can adapt more easily to wherever we go.
Location:Washington, D.C.
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