I hate Travel

Don't get me wrong. I like being in other places. Especially when those other places are not "school." It's just the getting there that bothers me. Where are my promised flying cars or teleportation? This is the 21st century! The aughts, G-dammit! As an illustration:

First, we wanted to leave Boston for Mississippi. But, we were traveling with Spencer (world's cutest puggle for those not in the know), which meant that we couldn't travel if it was below 20º outside. At 8AM on Day 1, it was 18º -- so we had to wait for a later flight . . . which ended up being canceled. Day 2. Back to Logan airport. Very little hitches, so we made it to Mississippi in time to see people getting hitched. All is well. But, when leaving Mississippi, my first flight was canceled; thank you, weather. Luckily, I was able to be rebooked on another flight -- the following day at 6AM. So, upon waking at 4:30 AM, unable to find my pea coat (a necessity in Wisconsin and winter fashion circles), I get to the airport. Where I found out that my flight was delayed two hours. Leaving me only a half hour layover in Dallas. I asked the ticket agent whether I could rebook, but she was not helpful -- par for the course on my winter travel plans. Apparently, I could theoretically make it to my flight on time, so they would not reschedule me. So, I get on my plane, and it departs (somewhat late), but we get to Dallas 25 minutes before my next flight. Well, I can totally make it to another terminal in that time. What's that? There's another plane in our gate so we have to wait on the runway? Well, there goes that plan. After rushing to catch my 10:15 plane and arriving at the gate at 10:17, I am informed by another helpful agent that I have been confirmed on the next flight: at 5:15 PM. I ain't spending 7 hours in Dallas. Luckily, I have a very loving and possibly foolish mother, and when I called her, she offered to pick me up in Chicago. So, I book a 10:55 flight for Chicago. It leaves pretty much on time. Sure, I'm in the back, but I'm paired with a nice young woman from Texas who offers me extra Kleenex (did I mention that I have a cold to top it off?). My mom and sister are waiting at baggage claim, and our Christmas Eve is saved!

Except for the part where they lost my luggage, which had all of my clothes and product, not to mention Christmas presents, and it didn't arrive until the night of the 26th. Thanks a lot, American Eagle.