Leaving

It was exciting (which is never good when trying to catch a plane) but it all worked out in the end. Phew. We managed to get everything into the bags and into the car only one hour later than we intended, then back to Roslindale to take care of the last minute details (like printing a list of boxes for the shipping guy…did I mention that we didn’t do that before we left? Oops.) We had, surprisingly, only eight full bags instead of our allotted 10, so we decided to repack one of the big boxes into bags to take with us. Rather, we decided to have Uncle Sam (who just happened to stop by to say goodbye—thank goodness, and thanks Sam!) do it, as we were occupied with…ummm…I can’t remember. Whatever it was it was important. He was always better at getting that last item in the car than me anyway.

I would like to know who ordered that tremendous rainstorm that we had to drive through; as much as I appreciated the spectacular view of the two Hancock towers framed by dense rainshowers, and another of a huge bolt of lightning hitting the airport, I can’t say it reduced my anxiety about getting there on time at all. Anyway we did finally make it to the airport with our full entourage despite a couple brief and unintended detours. We were grateful for help with getting carts, loading luggage, moving baggage, stress reduction…No major problems with security, found some snacks and bathrooms, got on the plane for preboard, and with only a short runway delay we took off into the sunset.