While I waited for my flight I took the time to write in my journal. I do not remember feeling nervous for the trip. I really enjoy flying alone. Actually, I prefer it that way. It is just time to reflect and charge up with the booming airport energy. I just like the feeling of leaving for somewhere new, and knowing that everyone else is going somewhere as well. Its almost like every time I take off in a plane its a fresh start and I leave "baggage" behind. Its the start to an unknown adventure mixed with a little bit of nerves.
I started noticing little hints that this trip was meant to be (funny angels.) I talked to an older couple who were on the same flight that got cancelled and BOOM they had just recently taken a trip to Costa Rica. Coincidence? I think not.
Soon enough it was time to board and the adventure became more of an adventure. I had my ticket scanned and I guess my seat was never assigned in the system. So I had to wait for them to sort that out. I was sort of chuckling on the inside thinking that something did not want me to leave. But there was no stopping me. After a few minutes I was on the plane. I looked to the left and there was a girl with a stuffed sea turtle sitting in her lap. I giggled to myself because when I arrived in Costa Rica I would be doing sea turtle conservation work. Funny angels.
I landed in Atlanta and barley had time to catch my connecting flight. I ran to the gate and made it just in time. I arrived in MIA around 5:00pm. I had a room booked at the airport for the night so I had time to chill and relax before it was time to leave for Costa Rica the next day. I could feel the onset of something momentous happening. I knew that the next day it would all really begin. The best feeling was not quite knowing what would happen, but knowing that it was going to be remarkable.
-Kelly
