Wake up in the morning and throw in some last minute items into suitcase. Realize how simple a life can be packed up into 1.5-2 suitcases. They are bit over the weight limit (blame the massive
weight of the bags themselves) but plenty of room within. Shower and emerge to have Brenda waiting for me on our downstairs couch. Momentarily terrified but recover long enough to receive a present from her. Also to listen to my new voicemail from an airport saying one of my flights has been cancelled. Crap. Not a good way to start the voyage.
Run upstairs and have the father figure out the situation. Flight from
Four of us (mother, father, Lassi and myself) rush into car and leave for the airport (picture: Lassi watching the video of Ben and me playing "lumberjack" the night before). Get on an even
earlier flight once arriving as there were extra seats available and it’d be beneficial for me due to the temperamental weather of
Crying starts happening. Blame the mother who started it all. Managed to dry up briefly for some last minute pictures.
Get on airplane, delayed an hour or so. No worries, at least I got this earlier flight.
Arrive in
Boarding time.
Wait, no, have to wait on the runway for 2.5-3 hours. Call the parents again to inform them what’s going on. They brag that they’re at our favorite nearby Mexican restaurant and planning to see a movie afterwards. I’m stuck in a supposed thunderstorm. Turns out to not only be that but a tornado warning as well. Guessing the flight crew didn’t want to inform us of that little tidbit.
Eventually take off. Set watch to
Land in
Unfortunately, luck was not on my side during this whole voyage. While meandering through the vast airport (just followed the majority of the crowd) I discover, due to the massive delays, I missed my flight by 20 or so minutes. Get assistance by a woman who, thankfully, brought me over to a service center where the rest of the passengers were not. I’m guaranteed a spot on the flight that
leaves in 7 hours but they’ll also put my name on the waiting list for the one that leaves in 3. With nothing else to do I make my way to the gate and sit. Phone no longer working so I purchase some online time (first European purchase) to e-mail the mother my situation. Along with Kanto, the exchange student organization who was in charge of student-pickup (left: going INSANE in Munich. Right: my view of Germany).
Luckily make it on the flight that left in 3 hours. Tired so I sleep for most of the 3 hour flight; awaken long enough for the bizarre food (some unknown green substance which I ate only a couple bites out of) and to land. Get on the bus that takes me to the
A brief shining of luck was on my side: my bags were the first to arrive on the conveyor belt. Very surprising that they managed to travel with me the entire time. Meet up with the Kanto group; sleep only thing on mind. My tutor is no longer here but I meet my first roommate, Elina.
She’s Finnish and also a tutor. Takes me to my home away from home. It's laughable how at this point I was so disoriented on how I was ever going to make it back to the airport in the future; be it to pick up the mother or flying back to the States. The trip seemed to go on forever and more difficult than how I feel now
Meet David. He takes me to the closest grocery store,
LIDL, to purchase food in the morning. Appears nice; little do I know at that point how I’ll grow to despise this man.
Briefly unpack...luckily I brought sheets as I finally settled down around 9PM. All the stores would have closed at this point and I would have been stuck with the disgusting blankets previously left in my room (left: the basics of my room and the first Finnish purchase. right: view from my room the first night).
Sleepy sleep.
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You will get your blog on time at some point when you come back to U.S.A. Good job xD
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