So, I woke up way earlier than I needed to, in preparation for my trip. It was very unsettling not to have the little kitten to tend to, both last night and this morning. I did get ear drops into Sake’s ears, but she was not happy. No hugs from her, but hugs from Haiku.
At the airport, I was chosen for a random security check, which basically meant they looked inside my bag. No pat searches. I get pat searched at work regularly. This was weird. But, I went through. And, almost left my phone in the bin for the articles to go through security.
We are departing from gate 8. Gate 8 is at the far end of the airport. In the mid-80s it seemed the airport had flights coming and going all gates. More recently, the majority of the activity, the few times I have been in the airport, seems to be concentrated at gates 3 through 6. Well, a little different.
Southwest has done something intelligent: instead of having an attendant at each gate, they have one attendant for gate 6,7, and 8. That makes so much more sense.
We actually departed from Gate 9, which is separated from the rest of the airport by a glass barrier.
I got a giant cup of coffee. In retrospect, I should have mixed regular and decaf. Oh, well, I am already keyed up because of traveling, so this will just add to it.
A niece once commented on liking the anonymity of travel. I like that. And traveling alone contributes to that. I live alone, so doing things alone is not unnatural for me, although so many people I know think it is unusual, or brave, or unique. It really is just me.
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