Hilton Grand Rapids Airport
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Eight of us met at Macatawa Legends for Senior Day. Great deal - golf and lunch for $35. Such a beautiful day. Golf not so beautiful. Still had fun. Something about Boots? Back to Schmidts to pick up our stuff, then to Grand Rapids. Doing a Park 'n Fly while we are gone. Good place, will park car here while we are gone. Up early tomorrow. 7:30 flight to Anchorage.
After arriving at the airport, checking in, going through security, and waiting to board, my flight was cancelled, altering my entire itinerary. I am now leaving tomorrow afternoon. Luckily for me Laura saved me and I am now in a comfy bed typing this instead of scathing about the worst airport experience ever. :) Hopefully round two will be ...
I am sitting at the Grand Rapids airport, waiting for my flight to board. After saying all of my goodbyes I feel many things, but overall I am glad I made the choice to research abroad. It's hard to make changes in life, but sometimes a change is necessary in order to get to where you're going.
Excited to get to Cape Town, although I have a lot of travel time ahead of me!
Drove to Grand Rapids leaving wet, cloudy Chicago. Stopped at Lake Michigan, one of the biggest fresh water lakes in the world; on the way, a very prosperous area with expensive beach houses having hidden Ferraris in their garages'. Swam in the icy cold lake, refreshing from the hot humid heat. Sunbathed at the white sandy beach. Didn't think we'd see another ...
... 5 times to pay respects to the 5 elements, and drop the flaming straw to ignite the procession of my past.
The smoke rises above the river as the Sadhus go about their rituals. I start back up the stairs, away from the deceased, ready to breath again, ready to feel the press of emotion beckoning from within me. Head down, hands clasped, I mutter a single noise to commemorate all that has passed form that old life.