At rejse er at leve;
   To travel is to live

My departure and boredom in the airport

rotaryWell here I am, finally on my journey to Denmark.  However, this journey is now at a stop as I wait for my 6 and a half hour layover to be over.  I’m in Minneapolis, awaiting my flight to Amsterdam and I thought that this would be a good time to reflect on how today has been so far.

This morning went exactly as planned until I actually reached the airport.  Apparently, since I was an unaccompanied minor I couldn’t fly on the flight to Amsterdam because if there was a cancellation, I would be left alone in the airport.  Since this was against Delta’s policy, they told me I would have to reschedule my flights or drive to Minneapolis. Luckily, we were able to straighten it out and I went on my way!  Apparently, when they say “unaccompanied minor” they don’t mean a minor that is unaccompanied.  They mean a child who is being escorted on their flights.  Either way, I decided that the lady behind the desk had not only woke up on the wrong side of the bed, but had woken up on the wrong bed altogether, because her crankiness seemed like it was coming from more than just “a bad day.”

Up until this point, I’ve been extremely excited for my departure, not sad, and I’ve held the emotional range of a teaspoon. (Harry Potter reference)  During my actual departure, I was close to tears as I said goodbye to my family, and I had the emotional range of at least a table spoon.  Clearly I need to work on my emotions so that I’m not confused with Kristien Stewart.

Before I left, I had one last meal in America, which ironically was a Mexican Quesadilla.  I said goodbye to my family and Grandma with hugs and I went through Security (which took over 10 minutes because I had so much stuff that needed to be checked)  After waving to my parents through the glass, I turned to leave,but….You know that stand at the bottom of suitcases that allows it to stand up? Yeah.  It just kind of fell off.  No big deal.  I can’t stand it upright anymore and it just has to lean on stuff, but oh well.  I just left the suitcase-bottom-standy-thingy right where it fell and walked away.

Once I arrived on the plane, I was filled with sadness about saying goodbye to my family and the fear of plane crash. Though I’ve ridden planes many times, I was still worried and actually read the pamphlet about what to do if the plane had a sudden landing.  The flight attendant actually walked all the way back to the plane to thank me for being the only one that listened to her when she gave instructions on what to do in an emergency situation, laughed, and walked back to the front.

The guy in front of me kind of looked like a gym teacher I had, and apparently he played for the Loggers.

Now I’m in the airport, doing the Powerpoint I procrastinated on, blogging, and playing cards against humanity.  I’ve seen far too many cowboy boots and matching t-shirts and I’ve only been here for a few hours.  I’m no longer sad, and now I’m just excited to finally go to Denmark and meet my host families!  I bought the fast wifi and found a nice couch where I can charge my devices while being comfortable. I think I have one of the only chairs right next to an outlet! Score!

That’s all I have for now, so I guess I’ll update you guys later!  Hej Hej!

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globe senior pic squareMerhaba, I'm Cameron Neader.

I'm an 18 year old going on Rotary Youth Exchange to Turkey and I was an exchange student in Denmark in 2013-14.

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