Ok, been a while since I posted last, I’ve been busy with resume building YAY.

January 1st, the day we got to go home HUZZAH! San Diego to Denver was smooth sailing and everything was fine. All we needed to do now was get the connecting flight from Denver to Northwest Arkansas. However, I didn’t realize that we would have to wait in Denver for FOUR hours. 4! It was too much, sitting in a chair, restless, tired. The time did come when we got to board and when we did I relaxed and settled down. We were sitting for a while and I was getting a bit annoyed and then the Captain called and said, “Yo, we need fuel.” So I was like chill chill,I don’t want to crash get the fuel, just hurry it up ya know. WE WAITED FOR TWO HOURS. On the plane! Do you know how uncomfortable planes are? The seats are weird and no leg space. After two hours the pilots said everyone has to go off because the captain and flight attendants ran out of hours which literally means that their shift ended. Excuse me????? I was going to throw a fit, very childish I know, but they wouldn’t let us get our luggage back, and at this point it was like 12:00am. Did I mention that my dad took another flight? While we were going to Denver straight to Northwest Arkansas my dad was going through Dallas because we got tickets separate. Since we couldn’t get the luggage back we had to book a hotel last minute and get the toothbrush there. We managed to befriend a man and his two daughters who were about the same age as me at that time and we shared our rage together. We decided to meet at the hotel that we both booked because that’s the one the airport gave us and if not see them then, then in the morning. I seriously hated the experience but the bed was nice so it kind of made it up.

January 2nd, HUZZAH OUR FLIGHT WAS DELAYED, but I was asleep. Thank god it was delayed, I got more sleep, I was really cranky from lack of sleep last night or technically morning. Yes, I wasn’t glowing with beauty like I normally do *hair flip* Time skip to when we reached Arkansas, my dad was there because he got there last night. I was pretty anxious though, my bag was too big so they put it with the rest but I don’t trust United Airlines that much with my bag so when we were exiting the airplane they took out one bag that was supposed to be a check in literally, and I’m not joking, one bag, only ONE came out and most people were literally so confused looking around going to baggage claim. It was chaos. We stood next to the baggage claim and waited for 15 minutes and nothing showed up, I was like, okkkk, I lost my suitcase, cool cool. I got it back, eventually.

That was a great way to start the year, lost luggage. Lost luggage. Tired. Lost luggage. United airlines. Delay. HUZZAH. I also got family and friends which was a nice way to start. I guess it was a balance. Like Yin and Yang.