After packing everything (hopefully) and grabbing a few essentials from Walmart, I made it to the airport. I was flying to JFK then London then South Africa. The Orlando flight was delayed 30 mins because of wind at JFK. Eventually I made it on. I sat next to an Irish family on their way home from vacation. Not the comfiest but somehow I slept through most of it.
Upon arriving in JFK, we were a bit late so I was worried about making my next flight. I think that I am a pretty good traveler but I had no idea where the connecting flight was. A whole different terminal. I asked and someone pointed me in the right direction. There was a man in front of me asking for the same flight so we started to chat. We took at least 5 escalators, a not clearly marked tram, and security again to get to the right place. It was nice because I was with someone else from my flight so I knew they weren’t going to leave me. Jeff, my running through the airport pal, is a 40ish real estate Orlando guy. He was on his way to London to play soccer and golf with some buddies. It was pretty packed to get on the plane.
I was in the middle seat on the flight to London so I was kind of bummed but it wasn’t a full flight so I had the whole row to myself. I read our South Africa textbook a bit and fell asleep listening to Moana.