visualization airport
We only just arrived at the airport, and everyone's hot and sticky-- the kids keep talking about leaving things behind from our giant Fuji Mt of luggage in the trunk. We are running a bit late and my husband is rushing, and thoroughly irritated, but the whole experience still rings my bells. This rings every bell that I own in mind because this is what I was made for.
International travel for an undetermined number of weeks for a holiday that we've been planning years. We live our lives mostly like we're on vacation, but you can't help the chipper bright toothy excitement at the prospect of a bonafide, SFO flight to somewhere with crystal clear skies, blue water, and palm trees.
OOOO.
I am so excited, I can just burst. When I come to from these realizations, I hear the loudest voice I've ever heard at 4:30 in the morning,
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU FORGOT YOUR PASSPORT?!!! ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME??"
I look around to who said these brave words to their father, a man on a schedule in his regular life, and en route to the airport there was no margin for error.
I see our oldest daughter sitting in her seat in awe, leaning back out of the grasp of her dad, a man on the edge. At 40-something, my husband works hard every day and hasn't had a vacation in a long time. Many moons and New Years it's been since this well deserving man has graced the floor of United's Baggage claim. Although we can easily change our tickets, due to multiple amazing streams of income and investment property dividends, to him it's really the principle of the matter.
We.Will.Board.This.Fucking.Flight.
I hear a strange muffled sound coming from the last row of the Expedition. Our youngest daughter tells our two little boys to shut up, rolling her pretty mascaraed eyelashes, clutching a pink and black Sanrio backpack.
Our two little boys look at each other, and bust out laughing, and for me giving the joke all the way away. I'm laughing, they're laughing, and our oldest daughter looks relieved that the joke registered finally.
"Shit, felt like my life was on the line, damn..." she says
I smile and look back at their dad, the amazing wonderful Superman who makes incredible things happen. Moves mountains for us on the regular.
All the color is drained out of his face, and he is looking singularly at the freeway exit of the airport, to head back to our house in search of the missing passport.
"Stop. Babe, it's a joke" I raise up the allegedly missing passport and he looks on in confusion, embarrassment and anger.
"So... are you ready to be on vacation or what? Relax"
He looks at me and pulls over to drop us off at the curbside check-in.
Deep breath...
Lights up a cigarette...
Unpacks a bag or two, leaning against the car standing with me.
"And if I leave you guys here without the luggage, and go on vacation by myself... Is that funny?"
He smiles
"That's in the spirit, but how Ima need you to watch your smart mouth. I been dying to wear the sarongs I ordered"
We enjoy a quiet moment to ourselves.
The kids start clamoring to get out and get the party started. It's gonna be a long flight.
"So..." I say, "You ready for vacation mode now."
We hear the kids fight inside the car, the back seat of our packed Expedition like a brawl between two ferocious screeching baboons on the Serengeti.
He looks back at me, "Oh hell yeah."
We giggle and I help him unload the trunk, now fully ready for our much anticipated tropical vacation.
International travel for an undetermined number of weeks for a holiday that we've been planning years. We live our lives mostly like we're on vacation, but you can't help the chipper bright toothy excitement at the prospect of a bonafide, SFO flight to somewhere with crystal clear skies, blue water, and palm trees.
OOOO.
I am so excited, I can just burst. When I come to from these realizations, I hear the loudest voice I've ever heard at 4:30 in the morning,
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU FORGOT YOUR PASSPORT?!!! ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME??"
I look around to who said these brave words to their father, a man on a schedule in his regular life, and en route to the airport there was no margin for error.
I see our oldest daughter sitting in her seat in awe, leaning back out of the grasp of her dad, a man on the edge. At 40-something, my husband works hard every day and hasn't had a vacation in a long time. Many moons and New Years it's been since this well deserving man has graced the floor of United's Baggage claim. Although we can easily change our tickets, due to multiple amazing streams of income and investment property dividends, to him it's really the principle of the matter.
We.Will.Board.This.Fucking.Flight.
I hear a strange muffled sound coming from the last row of the Expedition. Our youngest daughter tells our two little boys to shut up, rolling her pretty mascaraed eyelashes, clutching a pink and black Sanrio backpack.
Our two little boys look at each other, and bust out laughing, and for me giving the joke all the way away. I'm laughing, they're laughing, and our oldest daughter looks relieved that the joke registered finally.
"Shit, felt like my life was on the line, damn..." she says
I smile and look back at their dad, the amazing wonderful Superman who makes incredible things happen. Moves mountains for us on the regular.
All the color is drained out of his face, and he is looking singularly at the freeway exit of the airport, to head back to our house in search of the missing passport.
"Stop. Babe, it's a joke" I raise up the allegedly missing passport and he looks on in confusion, embarrassment and anger.
"So... are you ready to be on vacation or what? Relax"
He looks at me and pulls over to drop us off at the curbside check-in.
Deep breath...
Lights up a cigarette...
Unpacks a bag or two, leaning against the car standing with me.
"And if I leave you guys here without the luggage, and go on vacation by myself... Is that funny?"
He smiles
"That's in the spirit, but how Ima need you to watch your smart mouth. I been dying to wear the sarongs I ordered"
We enjoy a quiet moment to ourselves.
The kids start clamoring to get out and get the party started. It's gonna be a long flight.
"So..." I say, "You ready for vacation mode now."
We hear the kids fight inside the car, the back seat of our packed Expedition like a brawl between two ferocious screeching baboons on the Serengeti.
He looks back at me, "Oh hell yeah."
We giggle and I help him unload the trunk, now fully ready for our much anticipated tropical vacation.
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