Here I am in the Columbus airport! I'm ready to go home, and I couldn't be more excited. I finally get to see Austin after so long, and Allie and Sonia, and my family, of course. And I get to shower in a nice shower, and use a nice bathroom, and sleep in a nice bed, and eat nice food, and lots of it, and sleep a lot, and hide from people if I want, and be in the same place as my love, and man, this is the best day ever. I am so happy right now.
There's this really annoying girl next to me having a tearful conversation with her mom about how she's attracted to douchebags, and her standards are too high. Honestly, if she's not getting any guys, I don't think high standards are her problem. She is so whiny and irritating and oh my goodness, I don't even know anymore. I'm being a bit of an asshole, I know, but I'm on my period, so I'm allowed to be in a little snit now and then. Also, I'm extremely hungry, but I don't have any money, so I can't get any food. There are people all around me eating though, which only serves to increase my irritation. They're all so happy and well-fed and rich, and I'm so not. But I am happy though. Because I'm going home! I'm going home, I'm going home, tell the world I'm going home, etc. I wonder if my fellow passengers would mind if I burst into a rousing chorus of I'll Fly Away in honor of the occasion, or if they would take umbrage at the morbid undertones. I guess there's only one way to find out! Ready?
No, just kidding. I wouldn't do that. Although it would be rather lovely if I got everyone else in the terminal to sing the I'll-fly-away part while I waxed lyrical on the rest, in a proper call and response style. We could all join in on the chorus, and I could even assign some harmonies to the better musicians in the group. Wouldn't that be something now? I'm sure it would end up on the internet in no time, and then the Supreme Court would have to accept me.
There are two OSU students sitting over by the window, and they're talking about their GPAs. Now, I do hate to be pretentious and egotistical, but sometimes it is easy to look down on people, especially if they think that a 3.6 is unattainable. I suppose if they're engineers or something, it would make sense, but judging from their delightfully simple diction, I would hazard that this is not the case. Oh, well, I shouldn't judge. Perhaps they are brilliant souls in spite of it all.
There is a darling blond family sitting in front of me having their little dinner, and it's making me nostalgic. They have three children, all of whom look to be under the age of twelve, and the dad and mom are young and attractive, and they're all so happy and agreeable, and I just can't. Oh, now their grandparents have shown up, and a man who looks to be the uncle. This is straight out of a Thomas Kincaid painting. How are they even so happy and idyllic? I feel like Oliver Twist. Fortunately, the girl beside me has left, so I'm spared the unwelcome gossip, but now the middle-aged man on my other side has taken up the strain. People are so chatty these days, the good souls. It's like being in a Puritan village (though I'd venture to say slightly less salacious). I think we're going to board soon, so I should get ready to go. I'm so excited!
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