traveling in sevens

"I love to travel." Really, I do. But if you're following me on Twitter, you'll know that what I really mean is being in new places and exploring different cultures, I do not actually love the process of traveling. Today was somewhat of a nightmare and yet, I'd like to recap the experience in another light, a fairy tale of sorts if you will. Enjoy ;)

Sneezy: I was up late last night finishing up an assignment for today. If I were back in Syracuse, I'd be fine. Since I wasn't, I had to complete it and send it in before flying into the air for the entirety of Tuesday morning. This stress led to a very uncomfortable night's sleep full of tossing, turning, itching and turning up the A.C. I woke up at 4:30 AM in Scottsdale, Arizona with the sniffles.

Dopey: My dad dropped me off at the airport around five. All I had to do was go through security because I already had my boarding pass (from yesterday's mishap). Sounds easy enough, except I could not find my flight on any of the departures lists. I spent the next half an hour running to and from security checkpoints until finally asking where I could find a Delta employee for assistance. They were located in terminal C, as was the gate for my departing flight... I was in terminal B. By the time I got there, I only had enough time to grab a vegetarian breakfast burrito before boarding.

Grumpy: The flight was listed as four and a half hours long. It ended up being crowded, expensive (since when do you have to pay for in-flight movies?), turbulent, and five hours by the time we were allowed to land and de-board. Air sick, I finally ran off the plan with only twenty  minutes until my next flight. Getting there was a whole 'nother rushed pain in the a**. How is it logical to have a gate number without a terminal letter in an organization of an airport of terminals A, B, C, and D? I have reconfirmed my strong dislike for JFK and Delta once again.

Happy: This flight was also delayed, but on the bright side, the extra time allowed me to finally purchase some real food for lunch. I found this great little store in my random terminal that sold only organic products. Gleefully, I bought a two bean salad, apple, cookies, a bottle of water, and a smile. Everything was spectacular, which may have been a result of my starvation, or the fact that this healthful nourishment was the highlight of my day. 

Bashful: I suppose this came and went throughout my trip of transportation. (1) My mother texted me cellphone pictures of the Grand Canyon which caused a nostalgic reminiscence of my high school trip there. (2) "It smells like onions on here," said the person sitting behind me on my last flight as I ate my late lunch. (3) Moments before landing, as I looked down at the snowy northeastern ground below me, I couldn't help but feel an overwhelmingly warm sentiment for our four seasons. I am such a softie.

Sleepy: After a long day of "traveling," and a forgotten about new member event upon my arrival back at the sorority house, I am absolutely, positively pooped. I seriously cannot wait to lie my head down, onto my clean sheets, upon my freshly-made bed. OCD anyone? I have to make sure that I sleep well too because Doc needs to make an appearance tomorrow as I get my life back together again. Sweet dreams lovelies, get excited for the next seven days of Arizona adventures!

Name that Disney movie... it's a tough one, I know :).