5 hours down, 3 to go

Never fly on a Thursday.  That's what I've learned during the five hours that I've spent at the Tampa airport today.  My cousin is getting married in Memphis this weekend so I'm flying home to Franklin to spend time with family, hopefully visit a friend, and then drive three hours, each way, to the wedding and back.  My mom booked my flight two months ago before 1) I knew that my class today was going to be canceled and 2) before Chris or any of my friends knew that they were all going to be busy and not able to take me to the airport.  My aunt who lives here is also going to the same wedding, but she's flying into Memphis (I'm going to Nashville) and her flight left at 12:50 today, mine leaves at 6:20 tonight.  Luckily, we have a family friend who was able to take both of us to the airport...at 10:00 this morning.  Thanks Karli, you saved me!  That's right, I've been sitting in the Tampa airport, by myself, for five hours and I still have three to go.  Thanks to phone calls to my friend Rachel and e-mails from my mom I haven't been too lonely.  I've also spent most of the time doing my Oceanography homework that's due Sunday (it's an online course) so that's good.

Alright, I have to take a tram to my terminal now, and I don't think that I'll have internet access there so I guess I'll talk to you guys later.  One thing is for certain, this trip has reminded me that there is one thing that I don't miss from my time in Wales.  I don't miss all of the waiting in bus and train stations or the night that I froze in the Cardiff airport while waiting for my flight to Dublin.  I also don't miss the night that I slept in Gatwick airport, or the time that some friends and I saw a drunk woman urinate on herself like a child in Victoria Bus station in London.  I do miss the people and places though.  That's the thing about traveling, it is about the "journey" but it is also about the people waiting at the other end.  I'll see my people tonight!