The Gate at the End of the Airport

Starting an Ireland trip today.

I'm flying up to DC first to meet up with my roomm fom college, Sarah.

Unlike my Iceland and Chile trip where I felt like it was *my* trip, this one feels like it's Sarah's. She booked the hotels, the flights, the car, and organized our schedule! I mean, we talked about it, but I DEF did not put in the same mental effort as her.

Holy shit is it nice.

But I did have to get UP to DC so I booked the flight from Atlanta to DC and let me tell you.

I have been travelling a LOT lately. Back and forth to Tampa (represent!) But still.

Lotta travel.

So I felt like I would be well prepared fo this trip.

I made it to the airport all checked in, over an hour to get to my gate, and yet.

Getting through security pretty quick.

Until the pulled my camera bag aside.

Whatever, I expected that to happen.

Until there were 12 other people in front of me and 1 TSA agent checking the pulled bags.

My hour whittles down while slowly each bag is checked, and people crowd the area.

People leave their things in the bins and the bins are slamming into each other as no one puts them

Away. Eventually I start clearing it up - I don't know why.

But finally! I'm through. I've still got 30 minutes until boarding.

And I go towards my terminal....F. Alllllllllllll the way at F.

It's the farthest Terminal and then apparently the Gate is the farthest gate!

When I finally trekked the long road to the terminal I got to make another hike

To the farthest gate.

It probably wouldn't have felt that far if the terminal wasn't a ghost town

Yeah there were people, but really not that many.

And I think it's because its the first leg of an international trip that I'm nervous and I was a little spooked.

But alas.

So off I go!