As I watched the same six bags go around and around the baggage claim, I knew what the rest of my family was thinking: my bag was lost.
Not only was this ridiculous because my lost bag was a tiny duffle but also because in LGA I volunteered to check my bag last minute as the flight was full. My nice gesture backfired on me but luckily a nice older gentleman delivered my suitcase the next morning. Thanksgiving is one of the most, if not the most, stressful travel times of the year. Between everyone trying to get to family and the short layovers that force you to run from one end of the terminal to the other, it’s no wonder we relax and stuff our faces on Turkey Day. I was lucky enough to have my Wednesday classes cancelled, allowing me to leave for the airport at 6 a.m. It was during that time that I realized how thankful I was for Starbucks; the Starbucks nearest to me opened at 5:30 a.m.
I am equally lucky for my mom, who thankfully checked my flight schedule a few days ahead of time. Somehow my flights had been changed, giving me only a 35 minute layover and if I missed it (most likely) I would be arriving past midnight. I have been in the Charlotte airport numerous times now and once was able to run throughout the entire airport, grab a Starbucks, and make my flight in a crazy 30 minutes, but I wasn’t sure I’d be as lucky a second time. I opted for a flight change and somehow still had to run (in booties nonetheless!) through the airport with a 45 minute layover. My lunch and Sour Patch in hand, I made it to the gate with a few minutes to spare. The most relaxing stretch of the trip back to my NYU dorm was the taxi ride, a moment of serenity before the chaos of NYC.
Although traveling at Thanksgiving is crazy and chaotic, it was entirely worth it for the relaxing and rejuvenating time I had at my family’s house. Can’t wait for next year!