Saturday, July 12: Boston
The Adventure Begins Again
Iím sitting here at Logan. I have about two hours to kill before they start boarding. The adventure is beginning. It is no longer “it is going to happen soon”, but rather it is happening now. I miss Amy and Mike already.
I started out with a mild panic. I was scheduled for pickup at home by the van at 6:00. Around 5:15, I had finished dinner, and I wanted to spend some time with the family before leaving. Amy didnít want to go outside due to allergies, so I went for a walk around the development (1 mile) with Mike. I figured that it would take me about 20 minutes, and then I would have about 20 minutes to change clothes and make final preparations for departing.
As I had been fearing, I was about 2/3 of the way around the development when I saw the van drive past me. I figured that I must have had the time wrong or something, and I was afraid that the van would show up at home and I wouldnít be there. So I called Amy on my cell phone.
My fears turned out to be groundless, however. As I hurried home, I saw that the van was parked at the far end of the street. I guess I was his first pickup, and he was a bit early, so he was waiting for 6:00.
Still, I felt a need to hurry home and to get my stuff together as quickly as possible. I didnít need to, though. I was his only passenger, and so no one was waiting or being delayed by me.
In some ways I am calmer now than I have been for the past week. In some ways, I feel like things are out of my control at this point. I donít need to wonder whether I packed everything or not. I have what I have. There is really nothing that I can do until I arrive in Chamonix.
My only current regret is that I didnít bring a book. I figured that I wouldnít want it on the plane (as I would be trying to sleep), and that I wouldnít want it in Chamonix, but it would be rather useful right now while waiting for the plane.