AirPorts and Escalotors
I wouldn't say I returned to my home land this weekend, I didn't make it that far notth or east. But I stood there wearing my rented tux in a snow covered chapel in Chitenango NY as a former student and close friend of mine Became a husband.
Despite my best efforts I still got a visit from that voice that occasionally questions my current state of singleness. Thankfully it didn't stay very long.
I was dropped off at the airport on Sunday excited to return to warmth only to find my flight was not until Monday. Typical J. I didn't account for the extra day in feb. my watch said it was the 3. At least that is the excuse I am choosing to go with.
After spending a day in the airport, I noticed I had a facebook friend from syracuse. I hadn't seen or talked to this person in 4 years but it was worth a shot. I sent him a message and actually agreed to pick me up. I spent the evening with college freshman from SU. The dorm smelled, the food was decent, and the floor was some how better than the airport.
On the way back we had a layover in NY the plane landed so hard we had to switch aircraft due to some "maintenance issues" We only left an hour late.
After landing in Nashville as I walked through the terminal with people holding guitar cases and tuning violins and men wearing there tapered skinny jeans, a sense of home came over me. I descended the final escalator our the front door into the 73 and partly sunny day, and headed home. After a quick shower it was down town to the BMI mon night showcase for some talent scouting. Life.
j.
Despite my best efforts I still got a visit from that voice that occasionally questions my current state of singleness. Thankfully it didn't stay very long.
I was dropped off at the airport on Sunday excited to return to warmth only to find my flight was not until Monday. Typical J. I didn't account for the extra day in feb. my watch said it was the 3. At least that is the excuse I am choosing to go with.
After spending a day in the airport, I noticed I had a facebook friend from syracuse. I hadn't seen or talked to this person in 4 years but it was worth a shot. I sent him a message and actually agreed to pick me up. I spent the evening with college freshman from SU. The dorm smelled, the food was decent, and the floor was some how better than the airport.
On the way back we had a layover in NY the plane landed so hard we had to switch aircraft due to some "maintenance issues" We only left an hour late.
After landing in Nashville as I walked through the terminal with people holding guitar cases and tuning violins and men wearing there tapered skinny jeans, a sense of home came over me. I descended the final escalator our the front door into the 73 and partly sunny day, and headed home. After a quick shower it was down town to the BMI mon night showcase for some talent scouting. Life.
j.
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