I left Chicago by Plane after being taken to the blue line train by the man I adore.
My Man escorted me to the train today after presenting me this morning with coffee and chocolate chip cookies – I just gave him the keys to my apartment… I was packing the last few things in my carry-on bag and rolling my suitcase towards the door when I was pulled back into the room and pulled into the tenderest of embraces and told that he didn’t like long goodbyes on the platform… As it turns out, neither do I.
After several emotional moments we release one another. I pull him back to me once more before composing myself, grip the handle of my suitcase and roll it out the door, with him trailing behind and locking the door behind us.
As we reach the stairs he takes my suitcase and carries it down after me to the street where we turn right to make the walk to the station. That walk was one of the most painful walks I’ve ever had to make, both of us were silent as we walked the block and a half to the Logan Square train station.
When we reached the stairs to the platform he again picked up my bag and carried it down three flights of steps to the platform, where not 2 minutes later the train I’d asked him to get on rolled in and after he kissed me for the last time and said goodbye with lips and eyes I stepped through the doors to the train that would take me to the plane that would take me away for the summer to my hometown of Tulsa, Okla.
I looked out the window onto the platform as I took my seat and caught his eye as he waved goodbye in the most dejected manner. I swear, I hate looking into his eyes when he’s less than happy…it makes me so sad.
It was a long ride to the airport that day…so long that I had to call home and talk to my mom and sister while I rode the train, just so I wouldn’t think too much about leaving.
I got to the airport alright. The airport employee that checked me in at the self check-in looked my outfit over when he saw that I was flying stand-by with a first class preference. And after receiving his blessing and a question as to whether or not I had shoes other than the green gel flip flops I was wearing [I did ] I checked my bag and headed for security.
Checking my baggage and getting my boarding pass was a breeze as was going through security despite the woman in front of me holding up the line a bit when she had to have her stuff inspected. But after replacing my laptop in my carry-on and making my way to a waiting area I replaced my flip-flops with a more demure pair of black pointy flats with brassy buckle tops to go with the grey slacks and hunter green tank that I paired with a lovely lime colored cropped short sleeved sweater.
I love the fact that you never know when and where you might meet someone you know. After sitting for but a moment in the lounge area at my gate I looked across the lounge and noticed a tall blond haired man intent on the book he was reading, I got up from my seat and walked over after realizing it that it was a friend of mine who was also on his way home.
I would much rather converse with a friend than sit alone while waiting to board. It was also nice having a friend after my rough mornings goodbye, as well as the gate change and later leave time for our flight. Richard, as he is called is attending Law school after several years teaching…he is much like another friend who is doing basically the same thing.
We had a nice talk before the flight. I got first class, thanks to a friend of the family who makes it possible for me to fly stand-by. I again was seated next to another middle aged businessman I’m at least glad that he didn’t try to strike up a conversation... those sort of passengers are so annoying.
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