Spring Break ladies and gentlemen.

The original plan for this post was some nostalgic trip down the first-year-of-college-memory-lane, but after reading three notes about that exact topic while Facebook stalking this morning, I’ve decided to rethink my plan of action.

Instead of months whizzing by I’ll comment on the exact opposite-- painful seconds that stretch themselves into hours. Gut wrenching, stomach twisting moments that just make you want to squirm like you were fast asleep and some sick sick individual opened the morning blinds and yanked your warm primary-color-truck-blanket away.

As the story goes, one of my best friends back home, Seerat, was slated to depart to Costa Rica for a mission trip one hour after my flight back to Colorado was set to land. Refusing to surrender to the idea of not being reunited for another two months, the master plan was to pray for no delays, dash off of the plane, and somehow make it to her gate before she departed. Amazingly enough, my United Airlines flight actually arrived early. Nonetheless, Murphy’s Law kicked into gear and my plane was stuck behind another occupying our gate.

The direct quote was that, “The plane ahead of us needs a few more minutes to realign its inertials…”

What the hell are inertials? And why couldn’t they just be good little inertials, and align like all of the other inertials just for tonight? As I was delayed for 20 minutes, mere feet away from a destination I had flown hundreds of miles to grasp, I just sat there, impatiently, torturously rocking back and forth as if I’d been holding a bathroom run for days.

However, all turned out peachy keen. Post-inertial-realignment, I raced into the terminal en route to gate B27 where Seerat’s plane was slated to take off from. In the midst of my commotion I most definitely ran right past her. After calling and realizing we had dashed right past one another to the opposite gates, I spotted her fifty meters away, threw my backpack to the side and in classic Hugh Grant chick flick fashion, I subtly braced as she jumped into my arms at full speed.

I was finally home.

Labels: airport, inertials, reunited

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