Chicago has always been on my list of places to visit in the United States. Ive never actively planned for it but I have always had the desire to go. So when the opportunity came I jumped on it. I [aid and planned for it but things occurred that made it difficult. I still planned as if I were going telling my new job that I needed specific days off. Having gone through a few things in my personal life I wasn’t sure I would actually make it. The morning prior I decided I was going ( crazy I know).
So with the decision being made that I was going I had so much to do. Packing, cleaning, deciding on what to do with my hair ( yes, it’s serious, lol) etc… Since my flight was early in the AM i decided not to sleep, I didn’t want to oversleep. I figured I would sleep during my almost hour long ride to the airport and while on the plane. I stayed up packing, sipping wine, and cleaning. My mission was complete and I stayed up. packing was difficult because I am the queen of over packing but I was only going for the weekend and i figured that would be a breeze ( boy was i wrong).
The time has come for me to leave, I call my uber and hit the road… 15 minutes from my place I realize I left something. I scream F*** and tell the driver he has to turn around ( I of course apologize for cursing, the driver responds with a laugh), I get back home get what I forgot and head back to my uber ( keep in mind i have on pumps and I’m running up and down the stairs). 10 minutes into the ride I realize i left something else… that item was less important and I was already cutting it close so I just kept moving.
So, I get to the airport and get checked in, I weigh my suitcase and guess what??? you got it, it was over weight.I wanted to scream. The lady asked if i have $30 for the overweight package and i just shook my head and began reaching for my wallet. Before I could get it out she hands me my ticket and tells me to have a good day with a smile. I am internally doing a happy dance ( I should mention that i assisted in interpreting for a woman who didn’t speak english. My broken Spanish helped in that moment). I head to security ( which was not to bad) and then headed to my gate, I get there as they are loading the plane ( just in the nick of time). I walk on to the plane heading to my seat with smile on my face.
My smile slowly faded when I realize I’m sitting next to a child. Now before people get offended, please understand, I LOVE children, I’ve been working with them for over 13 years. I do prefer not to be seated next to them on a red eye flight. I decided to not over react and hope for the best… That didn’t help. The child kicked me for the majority of the ride and when he wasn’t doing that he was banging the arm rest up and down or screaming at the top of his lungs, needless to say, sleep wasn’t had.
Finally I make it to Chicago and the bad flight experience has gone and the excitement of seeing some of my girls and enjoying Chicago shows up. I land get my luggage and head to the hotel some of the ladies are staying in ( my airbnb wouldn’t be available until later). My uber driver was cool, he laughed when I yelled “I’M IN CHICAGOOOOOO”, he gave me some helpful tips and I had a smooth ride. I pull up to the hotel and as i’m walking in I see the girls heading to eat. We exchange hugs and then go eat.
I always take a bathroom selfie when I travel.
I look a bit scary but I was bare face and tired. Im surprised I was still standing.
The start, breakfast…
Part 2 coming soon.