I like to walk slowly in the aisle between those magic carpets in airports.
You know those escalator-esque things that move you in one less dimension than an elevator does and alleviate you one bit more of your abilities as a biped mammal.
I like to climb the stairs, also. And at, I like to take several bins to the side and slowly take my shoes and belt off, place my pockets’ contents neatly in their own container as the buzz of people tripping over themselves ensues in the background.
I did all this today; arriving at the airport nearly two hours pre-departure. It’s funny… because most everything else I’ve done for this trip was, or anything I do ever, is quite last-minute.
Or, quite first-minute too-late; like my study abroad application: crude and half- submitted at 12:00am for an 11:59pm deadline. Or my travel itinerary: submitted several weeks after the July 1st deadline.
Study abroad advisors, instruction packets, and various organization disclaimers warned about a 2-5 week response time for my CampusFrance approval, and 2-5 week turnaround for my Visa. I ended up receiving the former, after five days wait, two days before travelling to Boston for the latter on August 17th, which was turned around to me 8 days later, one week before my departure.
It’s reminiscent of high school math homework; whose equations had no sense or explanation but the end result was miraculously (read: suspiciously) correct.
I wouldn’t say I enjoy doing things so precariously. In fact, I feel quite happy when proactively paving a smooth path in front of me.
My usual process doesn’t add up at all, yet everything seems alright so far.
I already wrote 80 more words than required for my scholarship… so. Until next time.
-Sam