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Silver Linings Chapbook

May 16, 2014 - Carrie Olson
About a month ago, I felt it. That nagging sensation telling me that I was missing out on what was going on at home. Yeah sure, my parents had just came to visit us, and I Skype with my two-year-old niece on an almost daily basis, but it just wasn't the same.

After an extremely stressful day, I decided it was time to head home. Although it was just for a four and a half day visit, I felt that would at least clench my thirst for Webster City a bit.

So imagine my surprise when my Thursday morning (my trip home day) started with an email from the airline exclaiming that my flight was canceled. A follow-up email told of a new scheduled flight, which would cut my trip almost in half. After getting online with an agent and some carefully-crafted demanding on my part, my husband and I were scheduled on a new flight for that day. Unfortunately, this flight was extremely delayed and we ended up stuck in Atlanta. No flights to Des Moines the next day. Or Minneapolis. Just two lonely tickets to Omaha the next morning. Luckily, we have very understanding and wonderful parents, and my husband's mom and dad agreed to make the journey to pick us up.

So we headed to a nearby hotel with some freebie toiletry bags. "Let's relax," my husband said. And we did. We picked up pizza and drinks, and had a cheap date night. Although we see each other every day, we really haven't. He's been extremely busy finishing up his graduate coursework, grading and applying for a plethora of full-time teaching jobs. I've been learning new tasks at my own job, so when we get home, it's to veg out on the couch for an hour with a television show and that's it. So we talked, laughed and were able to put our travel mess behind us.

Being at home was surprisingly calm and quiet. Not that it isn't usually, but we are usually coming home for a wedding or big holiday, and our time is usually wrapped up in that. This time, we decided to not schedule anything whatsoever. We also decided to each spend a bit more time with our families and not worry too much about splitting time as evenly. Rather than worry about everything (like I usually do), it was just a breath of fresh air.

Our flight back to New York wasn't without its frustrations, either. We lined up to get our tickets and the airline was very disorganized. After barely making it to our gate, we found that there was no crew to man the plane that was supposed to take off. Canceled. Again. After scrambling to make new plans, more time off work, a new plane was scheduled to take off a few hours later. Aggravating. But while we were waiting in line to take off, we met some people and found out some wonderful information about a very intriguing endeavor. So all was not lost.

I can complain that our trip was shorter because of the flights, or that we didn't get to do all that we wanted to get done while we were in Iowa, but I won't. There were little things along the way on our trip that just seemed to brighten the mood.

When I think of our trip back, I think about holding my niece's hand as we rounded an entire city block while she splashed in each rain puddle, muddying us both. I don't think of the negative because the positive so much outweighed anything that could have and went wrong.


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