Airport Tears

Today, I said goodbye to my family and the majority of my belongings and I moved across the country. Saying goodbye to my loved ones was ridiculously hard. I’ve moved several times in the past, but this time around I’m much older and put together and the odds of this being a successful move are much higher than they were five years ago. When I moved across the country when I was 21, I was a complete mess: I had no job to move to, I had no money, and I had only 1 friend in that area (she was moving with me –and also jobless). We were in no condition to pick up and leave.

This time around, I’m actually relocating for work (and school –I’m a perpetual student).  I’m incredibly sad that I won’t see my family for quite some time, but I know I’m going to rock this change. I’ve been ready for a big change for quite some time.  Any who, I’m not writing today to talk about my move really.. I’m writing today, because I was a total bag of nuts at the airport today and I thought some of you beautiful creatures might get a kick out of it!

As I said I moved, and with moving comes LOADS of unexpected expenses. This job opportunity popped up sort of out the blue, too, so I wasn’t exactly financially prepared for any of this. I’ve spent the last two weeks (since accepting this job offer) being as stingy as possible. The term “counting pennies” does no justice to how stingy I’ve been. I even went as far as sending myself my books and “heavier” clothing items in the mail, to prevent paying that stupid “heavy luggage” fee at the airport. With that said, due to road construction and busy family members, I had to take a $50 cab ride to the airport. Just that cab ride was giving me a heart attack… ugh ……….then I got into the airport.

I did my own check-in and luggage tag nonsense, and then brought my bag to the counter to be weighed. At this point, I was feeling pretty good about myself, because I only packed work clothes and gym clothes –I was in the clear… or so I thought! My luggage ended up being 13 pounds overweight, so I attempted to disburse the weight among my two carry-ons. I weighed my bag a second time, and it was 6 pounds over. I was going to have to pay $100 for 6 lbs of clothes. When the Customer Service rep explained to me that I’d have to try again, she had me open my back to see what we could move around to help lighten it. This is when she discovered that I packed only light clothes and that I packed VERY well. She looked up at me, and I was sobbing, and saying “I’m moving. These are all works clothes. I just shipped everything heavy to myself to avoid this. I cannot pay $100 for 6 pounds of what’s probably just this extremely heavy suitcase.” She looked at me one more time, typed something into the computer, asked for my ID, and said “Bye bye now. And thank you for flying (insert airline)! ….now throw your purse in something. It’s okay if it’s sticking out; it just has to be in something. Good luck with your move!”

Obviously that just made me cry even more, and I spent the majority of my two-hour wait at the airport sobbing because that lady did something semi-shady to prevent me from paying $100 extra for 6 lbs of clothes, and I could not have been more shocked and grateful! So, thank you kind KIND stranger for doing whatever it was that you did to prevent this solo traveler from having an even bigger meltdown at the airport.

Side note: does anyone else ALWAYS get pulled aside by TSA? Without a doubt, I ALWAYS get chosen to go through that stupid x-ray thing, frisked, and tested for residue. I’m 5’3 and always wear dresses to the airport, and am almost always crying……….I can’t think of a less suspicious person.  Lol it must be the airport tears.

It’s been a while since we’ve reached out to show love and share stories. Life has been crazy for us all. I love and appreciate every reader and writer; this community is so full of support. From the WP, IG, and FB community…we feel the love!

Thank you for the continued support, guys!

To be continued,

 

B&B

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