Not all those who wander are lost, but I certainly am!
I’m sure half of the people reading this are wincing while the other half are leaping for joy. Where I live there’s already a distinctive nip in the air. Not every day of course, but that distinctive chill is already whispering the famed Stark words. Winter is coming!
My eyes kept flicking from my phone, the time, and the flight board. A few maintenance workers passed me, likely wondering if I hadn’t lost my wits. It was uncertainty, delays, stress, yelling, a sprint marathon, missed connections, and a panic attack all sunk into a little under forty eight hours.
The plan was to get food, get a plane ticket, get my stuff, go home. God must have had a proper laugh when that plan popped into my head.