I’m flying home for the last 2 weeks of summer vacation. Unfortunately, my hometown isn’t small enough to be one of those places where everyone sticks around after high school, or large enough for at least some people to stay just via pure statistics. In my town, we all get the hell out of Dodge on graduation day.
So.. for the 9 hours a day my family is off doing things like “contributing to society”, it’ll just be me hanging out with books and a computer. All alone. (Wait, what’s that music?)
But the important thing is that I get to see my family. Also, the dentist. And the optometrist. And a hair-cut… person. (Hey, guess who has two thumbs, spent 1 year in a new city, but never made a single responsible appointment? THIS CHICK.)
Finally, I have to get a “smart phone” because it’s apparently important for clinical rotations or something, and my current phone is more like “borderline mentally challenged”. (Although, it can text. … sort of. There’s a 50 character limit, and you have to shake it.)
I feel bad about getting a new phone. My current one may be old and dumb, but it’s never failed me on reception. In fact, I’ve been informed that since my current provider is ridiculously small and unheard-of, they’re just stealing signals from the nearest cell tower in an incredibly illegal fashion. All the more reason to feel bad about giving it up.
Alright, off to the airport. I always get worried about missing my flight, so I inevitably overshoot the “better safe than sorry” and get there 4 hours early, and I’m like, “Crap, what the hell do I do now?”
The answer is clearly “sit in the airport bar drinking a glass of chardonnay and reading “Case Files: Family Medicine“, mostly because you get very few chances in life to sit down at a bar by yourself and read a book like you’re in a 40’s movie.
It’s pretty much the only upside of airports.