Stressful!!

Wow. Beginning from the time I wrote that last blog, until I got on the plane, my life was one giant panic attack. As soon as I finished that blog I checked out of my room. My RA, Cassidy, came and just checked everything over and took my keys and locked the door behind me. Then I took my bag downstairs and there was a scale there so we weighed it. It was 63 pounds. Waaay over the 50 limit. So I opened it up and started taking stuff out. I put my iPod dock in my backpack and took out a purse and put a bunch of shoes in that purse. That still wasn't enough, so I took out my robe and gave that to a friend to put in storage and took out a few heavy power cords and stuffed those in my backpack. I finally got it down to like 52 pounds but I had to catch the light rail to the airport, so that was going to have to work for now. Daniel was nice enough to go part of the way to the airport with me thank goodness so he helped me carry all my stuff. I grabbed my box lunch and walked to the light rail station.

The way the public transportation works, you have to take the light rail to this big station called Nine Mile Station and then there is a bus that leaves from there to the airport. The bus leaves once about every hour, and it takes 45 minutes to get to the airport. Well I guess we read the schedule wrong because by the time I made it to the staiton, the bus had left. That means I had to wait another 45 minutes for the next bus, and that would get me to the airport at 5:15. My plane left at 5:50. Not good. So I frantically called my friend Lexi who has a car. She was perfectly willing to take me until she remembered that she had to check out of her room at 5:00. It takes 45 minutes to drive to the airport, so she wouldn't make it back in time to check out. Darn. So then I thought about my friend Claire, but she had just left to drive her friend 20 minutes away to Littleton to store her stuff for the summer. So, I was left with calling a cab. I called the company and they told me it would be sixty dollars to take me to the airport. While waiting for the cab, Daniel called his roommate Collin who also has a car. Thank the Lord Collin dropped whatever he was doing and left immediately to pick me up. He drove me, Daniel, and all my luggage 45 minutes each way to the airport. He saved my life!! I seriously almost broke down crying, and if Daniel wasn't there I think I would have just froze and completely missed my plane.

Once I got to the airport with all my stuff I was really nervous that they were going to charge me for being over 50 pounds. Daniel helped me get my stuff to the check-in line and then with a kiss, he left. So I lugged my stuff up to the counter exactly one hour before my flight pulled away from the gate. I was like 2 pounds over. So I took out my big DU sweatshirt on top and it was exactly 50. So I was left carrying a purse full of shoes, a folded up blanket, a sweatshirt, and my backpack on my back. I ran to the security line and when I got there, it was a big long line. I couldn't even see the front because the line was so long. I was really nervous about making it through in time, but I did. I got up to the front and had to walk into this air puffer thing and then the X-ray machine and then I grabbed my stuff and RAN to the gate. Why does it seem like the gate to go to Phoenix is always at the end of the terminal? When I got there they were boarding all rows. When I finally got to my seat I had to tell myself over and over again to relax because I finally made it and nothing can go wrong from here on.

When I got to Phoenix my Mom gave me a big hug at the baggage claim. It was so nice to see her and kind of surreal even. It was like, wow that's my mom right in front of me. My bag came out pretty quickly and then it was off to dinner and then home. When I got home I wanted to unpack everything before bed, but I looked in my closet and realized that I didn't have enough room in my closet for the clothes I actually wear. It was full of shirts and other stuff that I left at home because I never wear it. So I pulled out the stuff I didn't want and put it in a bag for goodwill. And then I could finally unpack everything.

What a day. I still think it's a miracle that I got here with all of my stuff. I am so happy to be here though. I have a lot of stuff planned for the next few days that I am really excited for. Last night I really missed Daniel. After being together 24/7 for a few months, it was hard to be away from him. But he'll be home tomorrow night. I can't wait to see him and his family. Tonight Nicole and Sarah and I are going out for dinner (Mexican food! It's been soo long) and then to Evan's. I'm so excited to see them all. I miss my friends from AZ. So to sum up, I am very happy to be home.

Oh, and last night right before bed I checked blackboard for my grades, and I did terrible on my physics test. A 72 percent. But, I still got a 90% for the quarter. That's an A! All I care about is that I got an A. I am so happy. Still waiting on the other classes. I think it'll be a while.