The trek through the air came a lot quicker and more abrupt than anyone knew. It just so happened that my last week of work was cancelled, and I was only working for about 2 days at my old job. The combination of this with the fact that my lady got a job, and would therefore not be Eddie Murphying, or coming to America to you youths in the crowd, is what made it happen so fast and unannounced.
I took 2 days to pack all of my belongings and whatever useless garbage I had accumulated over the past year+ into my seriously overweight 2 carry ons and 2 check in bags. And I had to pay for the checked baggage of course. In the end the checked luggage was only a few pounds over each, but they felt really heavy. I am sure the homeless guy, my welcome wagon who led me into the Flagstaff station to meet my means of transportation would have agreed if I had let him carry some of the baggage per his request. I am not really sure where that guy came from actually, and I was battling severe head aching and balance problems at that early hour after an intense goodbye celebration.
That was a tough morning.
Needless to say, it was a relief getting rid of the baggage at the airport no matter what the price. I then did who knows what. Probably drank as much water as possible, with perhaps a coffee and free refill from a little place at skyharbor airport, and worked on some found crosswords that originated in the always left behind newspapers scattered around my departure gate seats.
So, I was off to Philadelphia...TO BE CONTINUED
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