Sitting through a three hour flight is not easy when you are just sitting there, anxious to see your family who you haven’t seen in a week and eager to sleep in your own comfy bed. To complicate things, add in the fact that you had just waited in the Minneapolis airport for three hours and are sitting next to a man with the worst body odor and ocd and that could just qualify as your longest plane trip, ever. I tried to sleep, tried to occupy myself with soduku and reading the lastest edition of Women’s Health but nothing helped those three hours that just dragged by.
When I finally got off the plane at 11:45 that night, didn’t help either that I was in the far back of the plane, I was looking forward to seeing my family, my freshly bathed golden retriever, and grabbing my luggage. When I stepped through the doors to see my family greet me, all of those things were about to come true, well most of them at least. I suppose it may have helped matters if my luggage was actually there, waiting at the baggage claim when I got there. But after looking around for a bright red, overstuffed suitcase, I realized that passing out in my comfy bed was farther away than I thought.
We went to the baggage claim office to see if it had somehow been lost during my transitions during the day, but the lady said my bag had been scanned into boise and was put on the carousel. The next words out of her mouth were upsetting enough to make even peppy Taylor Swift have a melt down, because that’s what happened next. “Chances are, someone else took your luggage and since we don’t have any other red bags here, I have a feeling it wasn’t a mistake.” That’s when I lost it, right there in the middle of the Boise Airport. I have been up since early that morning, flying all night, and I just wanted my luggage and to go home. All that they could do was give us a baggage claim report and if my luggage wasn’t found in 5 days, they would refund me for whatever was lost. You can’t replace little thank you notes from 10 year old girls thanking you for coming to their Girl Scout Troop, and even my beloved Gianni and Bini boots (I’m a girl who loves her shoes, you can’t blaime me for being a tinch bit upset over something like that!)
I dragged myself out of the airport, my mom, dad and I as we headed out to the car. Even my dog Sunni who could always put a smile on my face couldn’t cheer me up as my mind started to race over everything in that suit case to think if anything could identify me and all the items I had lost. My running shoes, contacts, souvenirs, and memories from spring break, just a few of the many things I was losing.
Easter was that next morning though, one of my favorite holidays. Bummed I had missed out on dying eggs with my family, but excited to have our Easter Brunch and spend time with my sister. After a long day of festivities and relaxation with the family I went home to get ready to head back to school that week. Only after I had settled down and used my frustration to do a clean sweep of my kitchen did I get a phone call from my mother saying my baggage would arrive at their place in 5 minutes! Relief swept over my body and brought me back to my state of mind where as Anne Frank would say “Despite everything, I believe that people are really good at heart.”