Well, the moving saga begins! Justin was supposed to arrive at 10:30 pm last night at Reagan National. He called around 5:30 last night to tell me that his flight was delayed and he would probably miss his connecting flight in Atlanta. Which he did . . . but he caught the 10:00 pm connecting flight and was set to arrive at 11:54 pm. I am sitting at the intersection of Glebe Road and Route 1, two minutes away from the airport, when I get a text message from Justin. He is still in the air . . . and on his way to Dulles. The big runway at Reagan was closed and they refused to re-open for Justin's flight.
We didn't get home until 1:30 am. Thanks a lot, Northern Virginia. I see this is how you decide to say good-bye to us. So fitting.
Moving? Florida? Sounds like an adventure! ...Can't wait to hear more!
ReplyDeleteThis is much like your last meal at Chipotle... leaves you with a stomach ache and a bad taste in your mouth - that way you don't miss it too much when you are gone :) And I have to say it could be worse...you could be sitting in 6th OR 7th period right now :) Hope the rest of your trip goes smoothly.
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