jan 25

Today was mucho interesting. And full. And surreal.
The plane ride was quick and enjoyable. I like planes!
Got to watch a movie, stretch out onto the seat next to me, and the turbulence was fun.
We even arrived early.
I almost hyperventhilated when the customs agent was looking at my nearly-expired passport.
But there weren't any issues.
I got my bags and then looked around the waiting area. Nobody from the school wearing bright t-shirts. I freaked out....inside.
Then I realized I needed to get to terminal 3. I accosted an airport info. person and he told me to get on the train. I couldn't find that for a while. Then I did and a lady said the train I was getting onto went to London. But another guy said it went to the terminals.
I must have asked 10 people if I was on the right train. I was.
By this time, I'm sweating from lugging two 50-pound bags through miles of airport.
And it got worse. The signs to terminal 3 would not end! It was like I was in a labrynth.
However, I did finally get to the arrival spot. No one from the school. So I spent half an hour
pacing the area. I finally sat down and was about to cry when I saw them across the room.
It was like a movie: so epic.
And that pretty much ends the drama.
Eventually, I got to my dorm, the cutest building that looks out over the quaintest campus.
And I finally feel calm and positive...myself again.