Rut-roh
Have found out flights aren't looking so good tomorrow. I have to connect through Chicago, and the Chicago-Dublin portion looks fine, but it's going to be a challenge getting into Chicago. Since I'm a non-rev, flying on a pass (my dad works for the airlines), flying can be tricky in busy seasons. So I'll be getting to the airport a little before seven in the morning, and my flight to Dublin leaves Chicago a little after seven at night. That gives me just under twelve hours to make the three hour flight. Hopefully I'll make an early flight and then just chill at O'Hare for a loooooong time. That's definitely preferrable to making a later flight and having to rush, or not making the flight at all.
So that's the current state of things. I still need to go pack, but I've got one load of laundry to do first. I've discovered it's cooler than I had expected --40s to 60s with forecasted rain for my entire stay, haha. That just means I'll be taking heavier tops, which will take up more room. No bueno. Anyways, I'm going to go get that load started, take a nap, and then pack. I'll put a list up of everything I take, or maybe a photograph, for future reference.
Ugh, just thinking about not making my flight about sends me into conniptions. And on top of that, Dad hinted on the phone that something is wrong with him, but he won't tell me about it until "one day when you get back." He kept saying how much he loves me and how proud he is of me --which is EXTREMELY unlike him. Ugh. I'll call him in the morning, or maybe go over later tonight even if I finish packing more quickly than expected. I hope nothing is seriously wrong.
So that's the current state of things. I still need to go pack, but I've got one load of laundry to do first. I've discovered it's cooler than I had expected --40s to 60s with forecasted rain for my entire stay, haha. That just means I'll be taking heavier tops, which will take up more room. No bueno. Anyways, I'm going to go get that load started, take a nap, and then pack. I'll put a list up of everything I take, or maybe a photograph, for future reference.
Ugh, just thinking about not making my flight about sends me into conniptions. And on top of that, Dad hinted on the phone that something is wrong with him, but he won't tell me about it until "one day when you get back." He kept saying how much he loves me and how proud he is of me --which is EXTREMELY unlike him. Ugh. I'll call him in the morning, or maybe go over later tonight even if I finish packing more quickly than expected. I hope nothing is seriously wrong.