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I've now been awake for over 30 hours straight.
Saturday, 21 August 2004 15:58Yesterday was a day I much rather soon forget...being probably the lowest point of the week. Friday was not a happy day for Sarah and I, for I was leaving, going back home to the Cape and my house of all things insane. I didn't want to leave, and as Sarah pulled into the drop-off, and I began to unbuckle my belt to leave, she started to cry, and sure enough, I was crying as well. Usually I hate anyone seeing me cry...I guess it's some tiny shred of male pride I have somewhere floating in my psyche. It's always hard when I leave someone I love very deeply...such was the case with April, and no different here with Sarah. So, after the first of several rounds of tears, I made it into the airport, where I realized that I had missed the first of my 3 flights back. My itinerary had me flying out of Tulsa to Dallas, then Dallas to Newark, Newark to Providence, where I'd be in around 10 PM. I thought my flight to Dallas left at 11:50 AM. It left at 11:10, the time I had arrived at the terminal. However, that wasn't too bad. I got a rebooked flight, this time going from Tulsa to Atlanta, Atlanta to Providence, getting into Providence at 9:10 PM. I called Sarah to let her know the new situation, and I think I had caught her sobbing. When I heard, I felt myself starting to tear up once more, and we left before I could soak my phone.
Sure enough, the flight to Atlanta was delayed by 20 minutes, and I made another boneheaded move--I accidentally threw out my boarding passes. However, I had caught this mistake very shortly after and fished them out. Had I not and realized it later, I'd still be in Tulsa probably now, for my cash was getting low. I get into Atlanta, still feeling sad, and I feel this urge to pay homage to Coca-Cola HQ, located in Atlanta. Now, as I'm on the plane leaving Atlanta, we're on the runway, and a big thunderstorm hits, creating winds that made it too dangerous for any plane to land or take off...and there are about 20 planes ahead of us. So, 45 minutes go by, and we are airborne again, now looking to get into Providence at 10 PM. Before the plane took off, I called my stepdad to let him know the situation, telling him that the plane was gonna be 45 minutes late. Then he asks me, "so what time is the bus getting into Falmouth?" I drew a confused look. "Um...there is no bus that late to Falmouth, I told you this. I told everyone this." "Well, you better find one," he says. Now I'm getting ready to scream. As a result of him not picking me up as I thought, I was faced with two options: stay the night at the hotel when I land (all dependent if I had enough money left to do so), or stay the night at the airport terminal.
Putting that thought behind me for the time, we were in the air, and I began to think about all the events that had transpired since the summer began, my time with April, my time with Sarah, and I began to cry silently in my seat. I had started to cry tears of happiness, for I believe that I am very grateful, and very lucky to find people whom I love so deeply, people who I would do anything for, people who, in my mind, have pure inner beauty. So I'll say it.
I love you both so much.
Go ahead, bash me, belittle me, tell me how wrong or immoral that may sound, but I mean that from every fiber of my being...and I miss you both so terribly.
The plane landed in Providence at 10, and I called up whom I needed to, and when I checked to see how much I had left in my account, I felt anger once again. I wouldn't have enough for me to spend a night at a hotel, take a cab to the bus station, and buy my ticket home, not to mention paying my cell phone bill (due tomorrow) . So, I'd have to spend the night in the terminal, and I had to figure out what I was going to do with my remaining money. I need my phone, so I paid that. I was on my phone for a while, and I felt tired, so I tried to sleep, but sleep wouldn't come. Luckily, I had just enough money to pay for a cab, and get a bus ticket to Bourne (not Falmouth), the next closest stop, where my stepdad picked me up. So now, I have, until Thursday, $7 to my name. Yeah. So, I get home, and give everyone their gifts I got them, and have been upstairs for most of the day. Rob's working, and I just submitted my FAFSA. April's gone back to New Paltz...I should have also gone back. I won't be going to college until September 4.
Now, to relax. I'm home.
Sure enough, the flight to Atlanta was delayed by 20 minutes, and I made another boneheaded move--I accidentally threw out my boarding passes. However, I had caught this mistake very shortly after and fished them out. Had I not and realized it later, I'd still be in Tulsa probably now, for my cash was getting low. I get into Atlanta, still feeling sad, and I feel this urge to pay homage to Coca-Cola HQ, located in Atlanta. Now, as I'm on the plane leaving Atlanta, we're on the runway, and a big thunderstorm hits, creating winds that made it too dangerous for any plane to land or take off...and there are about 20 planes ahead of us. So, 45 minutes go by, and we are airborne again, now looking to get into Providence at 10 PM. Before the plane took off, I called my stepdad to let him know the situation, telling him that the plane was gonna be 45 minutes late. Then he asks me, "so what time is the bus getting into Falmouth?" I drew a confused look. "Um...there is no bus that late to Falmouth, I told you this. I told everyone this." "Well, you better find one," he says. Now I'm getting ready to scream. As a result of him not picking me up as I thought, I was faced with two options: stay the night at the hotel when I land (all dependent if I had enough money left to do so), or stay the night at the airport terminal.
Putting that thought behind me for the time, we were in the air, and I began to think about all the events that had transpired since the summer began, my time with April, my time with Sarah, and I began to cry silently in my seat. I had started to cry tears of happiness, for I believe that I am very grateful, and very lucky to find people whom I love so deeply, people who I would do anything for, people who, in my mind, have pure inner beauty. So I'll say it.
I love you both so much.
Go ahead, bash me, belittle me, tell me how wrong or immoral that may sound, but I mean that from every fiber of my being...and I miss you both so terribly.
The plane landed in Providence at 10, and I called up whom I needed to, and when I checked to see how much I had left in my account, I felt anger once again. I wouldn't have enough for me to spend a night at a hotel, take a cab to the bus station, and buy my ticket home, not to mention paying my cell phone bill (due tomorrow) . So, I'd have to spend the night in the terminal, and I had to figure out what I was going to do with my remaining money. I need my phone, so I paid that. I was on my phone for a while, and I felt tired, so I tried to sleep, but sleep wouldn't come. Luckily, I had just enough money to pay for a cab, and get a bus ticket to Bourne (not Falmouth), the next closest stop, where my stepdad picked me up. So now, I have, until Thursday, $7 to my name. Yeah. So, I get home, and give everyone their gifts I got them, and have been upstairs for most of the day. Rob's working, and I just submitted my FAFSA. April's gone back to New Paltz...I should have also gone back. I won't be going to college until September 4.
Now, to relax. I'm home.
