On the way to the airport it kept thinking about if I would panic or be fine. I repediatley attempted to visualize myself on the plane or at least boarding the plane with my backpack, suitcase, and of coarse, myself. I just couldn't do it. On top of that, I couldn't imagine that I was going to walk through a crowed overwhelming airport alone. I am typically a nervous wreck when it comes to doing things by myself, but I guess that's just life.
As I walked to my gate, I looked all around me and realized how small I must have looked in the gigantic airport. There were so many people, some running to their gates like maniacs and some looking like they do this all of the time, and some looking like they had no idea what they were doing. Which one did I look like? I tried to look like I knew what I was doing even though my face was probably extremely red, confused, and excited. People most likely either wanted to run away from me or even help me, but I didn't want help, I didn't need help, I was alone, mature. I felt like I was growing up and this was just a minor milestone.
Finally, I approached the gate, checked my ticket about 10 times to make sure the flight number was the same as the screen and made sure that the times were exactly the same as the guy at the gate kept saying. Of coarse, I am smarter than I typically think I am so I was in the right place. I looked around for a seat, did I want to sit next to someone? Did I want to be the awkward, confused girl in the corner? I found a seat in the middle on the end of a row. It was perfect. I looked around, checked the time on my phone and figured out that I only had 45 minutes to get a bite to eat, get a drink, or just walk around. Since my father gave me money I might as well use it. I comfortably strolled over to Baked by MeIissa and bought three cupcakes. Two red velvet and one triple chocolate fudge, I deserved it!
I checked the time and even though it felt like 5 minutes went by, 20 actually did. I had to get back to the gate before they all boarded without me. That wouldn't be a good phone call to my parents explaining why I didn't get on the plane. I found a new seat, it was a wooden high chair with numerous outlets to charge electronics. That was perfect for me because I am constantly on my phone and I was also still a little nervous so it would be an excellent distraction and calm me down.
As I was relaxed, it was quiet, and the sweating stopped a family of four sprinted to gate 6, my gate, and looked extremely befuddled and rushed. They stressfully asked the man at the gate 6 desk, " did they board yet?!" First of all, they needed to take like 10 chill pills and there are so many people around you sitting down, do you think we all boarded? The mother of the family took her daughter who looked about 6 years kid to get something to eat. Then the father with the baby yelled to the mother, " do you have my iPad?!" The mother didn't so then he began to freak out as he practically dumped everything out of their bag and found it. Then the father realized that he didn't have his wallet. "Hunny! Do you have my wallet?!" The mother didn't have it. Again, he dumped everything out of the bags and began to sweat. It looked like I was watching a comedy show I wanted to laugh so hard. That was a better distraction than my phone. I am not even joking then the father misplaced all of the boarding passes!
