4:30 in the morning, I lazily open my eyes. With a jolt of realization over coming me, I remember that this is the day I start my two-week adventure to new, strange, beautiful places. After I get dressed and prepare myself for the long day of travel, I get more and more excited about this upcoming adventure that I would be embarking on all by myself.
My dad took me to the airport through the bustling morning traffic, and left me off at the security gate in front of the airport terminals, I was now officially, solely, responsible for all of my travel arrangements. A wave of temporary paranoia came over me for the briefest second, and then I was filled with pure excitement. I whizzed through the terminal checks without any issues or hassles. My bags were set to go, and now all I had to do was get on my flight, to Seattle.
I boarded my flight to Chicago, where I would have a connecting flight to Seattle. Once my flight arrived at the Chicago airport, I departed and became another “fish” in the “sea” of bustling people, rushing to their terminals. This is when my travels became a small adventure. I could taste the freedom and responsibility that had been trusted with me I loved it!
I eventually came back to my senses and arrived at my departing terminal that would harbor the plane that would officially carry me to Seattle. Once I boarded I had officially relaxed into my surroundings. This particular flight would last four hours, but despite this lengthy flight, there would be many landmarks visible from the dizzying height that the plane would climb.