You meet so many different people in the airport. Not just travelers or security or flight attendants, their personalities are so much more than just such a label. Some experiences are better than others… we've all experienced that travel day from hell. Then once in a while you just get lucky. You get lucky because you get the flight attendants that love their job, the security that greet you with a smile, the travelers laughing and smiling even though its 3:30 in the morning. Of course it also has something to do with when you are traveling. Today is the Saturday before Thanksgiving so most people are in a good mood because they are either headed home, to relatives or on vacation. It's definitely a pleasure traveling when everyone isn't grumpy.
Now my trip today hasn’t exactly been anything over the ordinary or special, if anything it's been exhausting (but totally worth it obviously). On my second flight I sat next to a nice quiet British woman, which was just exactly what I needed for an 8 hour, red eye flight from London to New York. It’s those little things, the little interactions with those that surround you that just make the bellow par service of Virgin Atlantic not matter as much. Also this flight in particular was quite unique because I was able to sleep for four hours… a true miracle.
After landing in JFK my seven hour wait began until my next flight. Now, I have absolutley no idea as to why I was at one point excited about this "overnight in JFK" because it kinda sucked. Not to be a negative nelly but just eh. JetBlue wouldn't let me check in my bag until 3 am, meaning I would have to sit outside in the "lobby" of the airport (if you can call it that). So my fellow travelers and I tried to get some rest in those incredibly uncomfortable, plastic airport chairs. I did at one point find a semi-comfortable position and got an hour of sleep when my dad called, then after chatting for a bit I tried to fall back asleep but I was incredibly hungry. Like you know that feeling where your stomach just feels completely empty and it barley has the energy to rumble so you just get these sharp pains when you move. Yeah… But somehow I managed to drift away again. 30 minutes later they started cleaning the floors. Cleaning the floors with those giant machines that sound like they are cleaning the highway. So I gave up on my "sleep" at that point. Luckily for me I had packed some snacks (never ever travel without your own snacks, rule #1). So as I nibbled on some rice crackers with my eyes barely open, my friend called. Which was great because it helped pass some of those endless minutes. Problem was that I was suddenly wide awake after. Most likely because it was 2 am here in New York but back in Denmark it was 8 am.
Surprisingly enough staring off into space, not wanting to use the last of my phone battery, the time passed and I decided it was time to get in line to check my bag. Unfortunately, JFK has a lot of flights leaving during these wee hours of the morning. I got in the line for the "check bag" line, the one that you can go to if you have your boarding pass already. It's suppose to be the fast line. If you consider 45 minutes of waiting fast, then we have very different perspectives on fast. But, this brings me to the point of why I decided to write this. I ended up standing next to this cute, little woman who's suitcase was basically the size of her. Eventually we started discussing the fact that there were only 10 people in front of us but we were getting no where. The classic airport chit chat, usually complaining, a little sad maybe but it gave us something to talk about. As we exchanged brief comments as time passed, it was eventually our turn to check our bags.
We then later ended up next to each other in the security line, joking about the fact that she was able to bring her two "oversized" personal item and carry on without extra charge. We split into two different lines and I figured that would be the last time we would pass. But to my surprise, while sitting at my gate I suddenly see her walk by. We both waved and smiled, you know the symbolic have a safe flight wave. She ended up coming over and starts by saying that she had just been so lucky today. Her cab fare to the airport was 30 dollars cheaper than usual, she got here in 20 instead of 40, she didn’t get charged for her big carry on's and her luggage was also over the weight limit but they let it go. She asked where I was going and I recuperated the question. She was going to the Dominican to visit her husband, she explained, they don’t celebrate Thanksgiving down there but they've decided they are going to just like with the whole family. We ended up getting back to the lucky day she was having and she mentioned she was bringing things to the less fortunate in the Dominican. She believed that she was being "blessed" with a lucky chain of events because God was looking out for her because she was looking out for others.
I'm not sure why this short 5 minute interaction resonated with me so much that I want to write about it but I just kept thinking about it. She said she knew that many people didn’t believe in these types of things but she sincerely did and believed that today was proof. I've never been an incredibly religious person and as I've gotten older and started experiencing the "real" world, I've had a lot of questions myself. Do we have a set path or is everything random? Does God hear when I pray? Why is there evil in the world if God is suppose to be looking out for us? Does God really "bless" us with lucky days? I've found some answers for these questions that resonate with me and who I am but I still have so many questions. Questions that will most likely never get answered.
I don’t know I'm just writing down my thoughts here at JFK at 4:26 am.
Nevertheless, have a wonderful weekend loves!
Xoxo Sea Salt and Poms!