It was hard leaving and saying goodbye. But we hope to catch up with each other again sometime next year location TBA. I drug my feet a little so we were running behind, but amazingly it only took 8 minutes to get from ticket checkin to the gate. 8 minutes! I couldn't believe it. A part of me was relieved that we didn't miss the flight, but another part was bummed that we could have spent another half hour together. But better to play it safe than sorry.
The flight went okay. Well, until the end when yet another 2-year old sitting in the row in front of me elects to freak out and scream at the top of her lungs. While the previous kid just squawked a few seconds every now and then, this poor kid was continuous. I'm not sure how long, because I'm sure it felt a lot longer than it really was, but it was at that point where we've landed, taxi'd to our gate, and just sit there a hundred feet away, unable to unbuckle, unable to get away, but witness the full power of a raging two-year old girl. I felt really bad for the parents. At first I was thinking I'd be 40 before I have kids, but now it might be 50.
We took the train from O-Hare to downtown since it was a ways away, and met Yen there. It was interesting starting underground for a while, then ground level, then three stories above everything, and maybe underground again some time later. But we got to our stop okay, met up with Yen, and headed for the grocery store to pick up supplies to work our way across the frozen terrain.We got back to Yen's place afterwards, and it's an amazing place - not just because it's heated, but it's spacious, wood floors, granite counters, cool showers, and did I mention heat? I failed to get pictures of the place as I planned, but Yen's probably okay with that since she does not yet have all her furniture in place.
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