lost in transit

Image via Wikipediaheadache, headache.

what i thought was a no-brainer task turned out to be a true pain in the ass. i have a habit of doing that. hmm.

it's that time of year before college starts where one starts to make the final preparations. so i jostled my lazy ass into actually doing something useful on the computer for once - booking my flight to chicago.

now after looking at several online travel agent, i realized that getting the time of arrival to suit my needs is a monumental challenge. most flights arrive in the afternoon (local chicago time) and by the time i get off the bus from the airport to the school, it would have been pretty late in the evening. and that poses huge logistical problems concerning accommodation, food, and reporting to the international students office.

and when i do find several flights that arrive pretty early in the morning, they are either from unknown airlines (jet air anyone? no?) or present the passengers with a rather generous and leisurely transit time of... 12 FREAKING HOURS.

what the hell on earth am i supposed to do with 12 hours stuck at some miserable airport? rewrite the history of human civilization? ludicrous.

so i guess it really leaves me with no other options than keep looking. crying mommy isn't really a viable option now that i've grown up. hopefully this time i can do something right, even though it might seem like the easiest thing in the world - hauling your own ass to school.


and i'm fully looking forward to tomorrow: that adrenaline rush even before getting off the bus, that smell of fresh morning dew on the pitch, that place where it all began, awaits,

One Last Time

...
The biggest regret in my life,
I've let my love go
...

+listening to: honor thy father by dream theater