I finally have found time to sit down and write about my past few days. They have been a whirlwind, an interesting start to my holidays. I'll copy what I wrote from the airport saturday night:
It's saturday night-- the first one after a grueling semester of hard classes. What are you doing tonight? It you're two of my best friends, you're on a man date together watching a movie. If you're another, you've replaced me with your boyfriend. It you're me, you're sitting on a red carpet at the Chicago airport. Christmas break is here, and already Santa is being mean. I guess he didn't realize that I wasn't lying when I said all I wanted for Christmas was to spend a week at home with my friends. He can't even give me that. Today has been a very hectic day. It started early this morning when I decided I should pack for my two week vacation. It then led me to the airport, where things ran smoothly. I was planning to arrive at home around seven, just in time to hang out with my friends and have an awesome saturday night. Life was fabulous until the windy city welcomed me. Apparently Chicago loves me so much, I am not allowed to leave for another 24 hours. Standby from four until eleven is not enough torture, because the plane has to leave without me on board. I could have been on it though, don't get me wrong. My brother is in the air on his way home. He got the one and only standby seat available. It was supposed to be mine, but I couldn't deny his pouty face. Gosh, he owes me bigtime. Anyways, I need to try and sleep. Hope I get home tomorrow.
A lot changed since I wrote that. My brother ended up being kicked off the flight too, because of weight. We woke up early and got on the first flight to Winnipeg in the morning. But that was with frustrations too. We made it home, but half of our bags didn't. I have my clothes for Mexico, but my bag with shoes, pants and jackets is lost somewhere between Chicago and here.
Nope, it doesn't end there. At the airport it was -28 C (-39 with windchill) and apparently the vehicle left for us didn't want to start. Arriving a day late wasn't enough, so we got to sit at the airport for hours. I got to come home 5 hours after landing with my uncle, and my parents spent almost 9 hours trying to get this truck started-- which they did. Once at home, I wanted to cry. I felt so out of everything. But of course, I couldn't. I had to get the vehicle and drive around to say hi to the friends I promised I would visit. I got to slide around on slippery snowy roads with the most amazing people in the world.
So my holidays are entertaining..I am making due with the little clothes I have. I am spending each and every moment with purpose so I can't regret. And I am trying to be thankful for what God has given me.
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