Day 10: One Third Done
Time has gone decidedly wonky for me at this point; I can’t believe it’s been ten days already, and I can’t believe it’s only been a week and a half so far. I’ve pretty much given up on know what day it is, which hasn’t really been much of a problem so long as I remember when I’m flying.
Currently at gate C2 in Louis Armstrong, waiting for my MSY-BOS flight where I’ll meet up with my brother and prepare to start our roadtrip tomorrow morning.
This isn’t a great airport; I’ve been spoiled by JFK’s T5, and this place lacks a lot of the nicer amenities like plentiful food choices and nice power terminals. Right now I’m charging my laptop on an outlet facing the concourse throughway, because it was literally the only one in the vicinity of the gate that I could find on a quick inspection.
So, ten days in and things are going well. The big surprises so far:
- Losing my accessories bag. Still don’t know how it happened, but it’s somewhere in Vermont and I’ve given up on getting it back.
- Feeling unmoored in time. My job when I’m at home is already pretty flexible in terms of hours and days, so it’s not unheard of that I’d lose track of whether it’s Wednesday or Thursday, but daily routine and my wife’s M-F dayjob generally keeps things in check. At this point in the trip, I haven’t got a clue what day it is without counting on fingers.
- Missing home. I’m having a fantastic time, but I miss my wife. At this point, I’ve actually cancelled Vegas (there wasn’t yet much to cancel, so I feel okay about that) and arranged a trip home to PDX from Sept. 23-25 so that we can spend a day together and try and stave off some of the homesick (or awaysick, for her?) misery that a solid month was sounding like.
Flight is boarding now. They’re telling us we have random TSA screenings going on on this flight, so that should be fun.
Next stop: Boston, and some brotherly roadtripping. Philly, Baltimore, DC: I’m coming for you.
