I am ready to be alone.

My greatest learning and growing experience happened in an airport. 

I am both proud and exhausted to say this. 

I'm not going to get into the details, but let's just say that mother nature thought it would be fun to blow a lot of snow into the Northeast today, well yesterday. I had a layover in DC in between Boston and Syracuse and I became stuck in our nation's capital, even though the airport isn't really located there at all, as I found out after the fact. But, I had to deal with two cancelled flights, one awful airline, no refunds, no vouchers, no hotel rooms, nothing. They basically told me, "you can leave here on Sunday morning, at the earliest." So I said, "fuck that," and of course my family came to my rescue and got me a flight home at 6 am, Saturday morning, on a different airline. So, with no luggage and no one to keep me company, I had to travel throughout this massive airport alone depending on texts and wireless to keep me sane. In fact, I have no idea where my luggage is right now. It could be here or it could be in Syracuse, who knows? But let's just say, I need a toothbrush and new clothes. It's awful living and breathing in yesterday. 

It's 1:48 am and I have to check in around 4. I have no idea what I am going to do until then, but I figured this would help. Earlier, someone sat by me and was talking about how airports are kind of like purgatory. This immediately made me think of Chuck Klosterman, because I remember him talking about this. I can't find a particular quote, but I remember all of this being said. If it wasn't him, it was definitely someone who talks like him. I just remember it being said that the lucky ones would be the ones in the plane crash, because they would be getting out of purgatory, but they wouldn't know this. Oh, I don't even know. It's so late. 

Oh, I found it.

"This hypothesis becomes especially clear inside any airport. It's like a warehouse full of dead people rushing from gate to gate to gate, all of whom are unaware that-if they are lucky-they will have the good fortune to board a 727 that crashes into a mountain. Then they'll be out of purgatory."

I guess, I knew my Chuck after all. I have read all of his books and they are all highlighted like crazy. Except Downtown Owl was kind of boring. Maybe because it was fiction. I enjoyed the end though. Most of them died in a freak snow storm. Sorry to ruin the ending, but it's ironic.

I need sleep.

But someone will rob me and steal my laptop. My bones and eyes will hate me later. 

But I'm alone and I'm alive, and that's really all that matters, right?