Up, Up, and Away - Caroline Mahoney
It’s all paying off—the past months of planning and panicking, of frantic emails and endless to do lists. I’m off to spend four months in Galway, Ireland, and I can’t believe I’m really sitting in Boston Logan Airport about to embark on my highly anticipated adventure of a lifetime.
As I sit in the very Euro-chic international terminal (don’t worry, I totally blend in with my black nail polish), I can’t help but feel restless. Not because of my upcoming exploit, but more because I’m struck with how very much alone I am. Granted, I’m in a busy airport, but I haven’t had a substantial conversation with someone in hours. Hours. I realized how pathetic I felt after I couldn’t even sit by myself and finish a sandwich without feeling the need to call my friend from Marquette. While it was so wonderful to hear this person’s voice, that type of communication should be complimentary, not fundamental, to my airport experience.