Airport

Sitting in a squeaky airport chair in absolute silence is by far the last way I was planning to spend my Monday morning. I had to wake up at three twenty in the morning because the car was coming to pick my mother, brother, and I at four in the morning (because my dad left for Scotland last night) Due to the fact that my mother is frantic and my brother is absolutely useless, it was basically my responsibility to check in, get our bags checked, and verify all of our passports. I don't really mind though, after all I have been navigating airports and memorizing departure times and terminal numbers since before I could walk. I'm glad I can help my mother because I think the loss of my grandfather is taking its toll on her, and even though Ol' Dan was my father's father, my mother and him were very close. And even if she refuses to show it for my brother and I's sake, I can see she is mourning his loss very harshly.

My younger brother is, of course, oblivious to anything around him. He's locked away in his own little world that his iPod gladly creates. He nearly had a melt down due to the fact that he learned we would be flying to Scotland Economy, as opposed to the usual Business class we always fly. I doubt my mother was too happy about this act as well but again, she refused to show it. I've never cared how we fly, of course the luxuries of Business Class are enjoyable, but I feel that the destination is what is important, especially on this trip. I simply reminded Connor that this trip was never planned and that he should be thankful we even got these tickets, for the weather in Scotland made it almost impossible.

I said my good-byes last night. I must have gotten a thousand "I'm sorrys" a million "send my condolences" and far too many "I'll miss yous" to keep track of. I appreciate their thoughts, but nothing they can say can make it any easier to bare. All I could have done is say thank you and change the subject as fast as possible. To make matters worse I awoke to find I received my monthly gift this morning. Imagine traveling for twenty one hours with your period. To say the least, I am not happy.