Flying into The U.S on 9/11

My time in Europe was over and  I now had to fly back into the states.

the date was 9/11/2019.

I has gotten a few hours of sleep before my sisters alarm had gone off. It was still dark outside and I already had a funny feeling that is day of travel was going to be an experience.

We hopped onto a bus and made our way through the dark morning of London.

I had said my goodbyes to my sister, Made my way through the gate and shortly boarded to depart to Denmark.

The flight to Denmark went fine. The flight was going to be short enough that I had gotten a few Ferrari and Audi magazines that would help me pass the time.

Once I had gotten to Denmark I headed to my secret spot within the airport and to get ready for the upcoming eight hour flight.

I spent the net Eight hours not talking to anyone, secretly watching the Guardians of The Galaxy and Avengers Endgame from the screen of the the nicely dressed Danish Danish man who was sitting next to me because I couldn't decide what movie I wanted to watch.

Finally, after eight hours, flying over the artic, seeing glaciers from my window eating excellent airline food. I had arrived in Washington D.C.

On 9/11

Whenever you fly in from any other country, they put you in this box that hooks up the the individual planes and that's them to the customs gate. Once inside this box a man started singing amazing grace.

"Amazing grace how sweet the sound. To save a wrench like me."

The whole box got silent while we listened on to his prayer through song that symbolizes the safe journey. a few others started to help me sing along.

Now I remember that this man didn't have the greatest of voice, But I thought of all those lives that was lost eighteen years ago on this day who unfortunately never made it to there destination. It was one of those moments that will stick with me forever. 

I was hungry. I had a few hours before  y flight back to north carolina so I started exploring the airport looking for food.

#burgerlife

I sat down at my gate and started to Devour my burger when I noticed that the ticker of flights had started to fill up with "delayed" flightsd.

"Due to the storms, your flight is delayed until further notices." People had started to crowd the front desk of each gate eager to get onboard before they would stop letting people onto. 

Not caring I chilled out.

I had started to noticed a kid that was about ten years old starting to cry. "noooooooo!" he kept crying. His mother was holding his hand and kept saying "you need to go to the bathroom" over and over again.

I thought to myself oh god, I have to listen to this kid the entire flight. This was going to be fun.

Once I had gotten on board the kid had seemed to quiet down a bit so I tried to get relax.

twenty minuets had past. What the hell was the hold up? 

Stewardess kept going back and forth by me a dozen times. everyone started to look toward the back of the plane.

Then Here comes a man with gloves, a bleach, and a mop.

The kid blew his chunks all over the back of the plane. 

Great!

Well as annoying was, finally the captain came over the intercom to tell us that we were going to start our taxi the the runway to take off.

We were half way there when the Captain came back onto the intercom telling us that due to the storms we were going to be delayed once again.

I was starting to get really annoyed at this point.

By this time I had been sitting on this plane for about 45 minuets and we still were not even off the ground yet. Once we got lined up to runway to take off, guess what?

"Hey everyone we have to be delayed once again due to the storms so we'll have to sit here until we get the all clear for take off.

One hour since I had boarded. Still not in the air. I was so over this.

Once we got into the air the turbulence had gotten pretty bad. I was over all of it. The plane was banging around as if it was about to tear itself apart in mid air and I was steaming.

Delayed flights, sick kids causing delays, storm causing delays, sitting in a grounded plane for an hour and pile in the fact that twelve hours ago I was just waking up in London only getting four hours of sleep was getting for me. Normally i would be scared. Now I felt like Lt. Dan in Forest gump shouting at god to take his best shot.

I was in a state of anger.

But the plane had landed safely, The rain and gone away. I walked through the airport and saw my smiling mom standing there happy to see me and all the anger had gone away. 

A week and a half. 

Four countries.

Flying over the artic, a train ride under the English channel, driving through snow covered alps and now i was back how.

but I couldn't shake the feeling that i had Just left from home.

Life on the road Is where I am most happy. Turning moments into stories that i will carry for the rest of my life. taking pictures that are stills in time that will last forever.

This is the life I wish to live.

I looked back at the steps I just had taken. Seemingly ending my journey. And I looked on towards to next trip. Ready to find the next story to share with all of you. ready to make a life on road. Till then, I'll work hard to return home to the alps, the oceans, jungles, deserts, bright cities that wait for me. I simply cannot wait.