I did not expect, among all of things i could have possibly been expecting, that i would see my breath when i stepped off of the plane. Honestly, it wasn’t anywhere on the list. One wing had a blue light and the other had a red one and when we descending from inside of the clouds down into fog it lit up the entire mess of it like two flavours of cotton candy on either side. I couldn’t see a thing until we weren’t even a few hundred feet from the ground, and then it was taxi taxi taxi to the bus that lead to the terminal and every time we were hustled off of one thing and into another i would breath my own little fog and then move on along.

Flight delays were on the list of expected things, but not flight delays literally as long as the flight itself. Not that i’m complaining about being in the airport for nearly four hours before leaving, i’m just remarking… otherwise, the airport was an airport, and flying was flying (except for the fact that we were in a tiny 36 seat saab with only 7 total passengers and a funny female pilot and it just felt a lot more secure than other flights i’ve been on – i don’t mean secure in the sense of national security and being worried and things like that, i just mean that i felt more comfortable than i do on bigger flights where i’m trying to distract myself the entire time).

Rabi was amusing and as effervescent through my incessant chattering as always, and she enthusiastically joined in my attempts to make the internet kiosk in the airport boot up. And now i’m in her house, after meeting and haltingly chatting with her parents and brother. Isn’t it funny that i’m in this middle of this huge stretch of hardly being able to relate to anyone and yet i’m in the middle of another state with this random (for all intents and purposes) girl in her dining room and i feel like everything is okay?

I definitely needed to get the heck out of Philly, that’s for darn sure.