First time flying...for real this time

I woke up at 7, and we left 2 hours early just in case.

My loving grandma packed me up with a ton of snacks for the plane ride.

We said goodbye, packed up then we were on our way towards LAX, for attempt number 2 of my first flight.

We waited for what seemed like forever in the airport. I was so shaky and nervous. I had to get up and walk around. We FINALLY started boarding, I handed them my boarding pass and then I got on the plane. I put my carry-on in the overhead compartment and sat in my seat. I sat in between two old guys...lovely.

 It took awhile to actually take-off, but when we did, it was gorgeous! It's so cheesy, but i'll say it anyway-- it was beautiful flying over the clouds. I've never been so high up before. I started to tear up when I looked at the beauty that God has made. Yet another reason to believe that God is real & created the world. There's no way that that much beauty just came out of nowhere. I enjoyed the plane very much. It made my stomach feel all weird when we took off and when we landed.

I watched Voyage of the Dawn Treader while I was on the plane. I also listened to music, did a crossword puzzle and read my book.

When we landed in Chicago for my connecting flight I called my mum and told her I made it! I was very happy, but then I found out that I had a 3 hour flight delay...poo.

I waited around in Chicago. (but stayed inside the airport of course) I just shopped around, talked to my sisters on the phone awhile, ate some food. I payed 8 dollars for a nasty cheese and turkey sandwich at Starbucks. It's amazing how much food costs these days...especially when it doesn't even taste that good.

Because I was so paranoid, I kept checking the screens to make sure I was in the right place. I was waiting in terminal A, at my correct gate. Then I looked at the screens and it switched to gate B22. Sheesh, oh petes. I ran to B22 to make sure that's where I was supposed to be. Turns out it was, so I stayed there for about an hour until the plane began to board.

Boarding took a long time. In total, I believe it was a 3 1/2 hour layover.

I was so glad to finally get on the plane. It meant that all I had to do was sit there, then I would be in Maine. No more terminals to run around in, or boarding passes or making sure if I was at the right gate. I could finally relax...

  We landed in Portland, Maine in about two hours. The ride went very quickly! 

My sister picked me up and we went to her house, about an hour drive. It was 1 am eastern time, so she was tired... and even though it was only 10:00 for me, I was pretty exhausted myself. Right when we got home, we plopped into bed and went to sleep.