Buzaid: A Shift in Perception

The day I left for college was the day I cried in the back seat of a taxi cab. One could assume that my tears were because I was going to miss my mommy and daddy, when in fact, it was because I got dropped off at the wrong airport in New York.  I started my travels to Loyola on the wrong foot. I was really excited and couldn’t wait to get away from my parents; I said my farewells to them at JFK airport. I stood in line for U.S. Airways for 30 minutes, by the time I made it to the front of the line the attendant politely informed me that I was at the wrong airport. Yup, a half hour before my flight was supposed to take off I was at the wrong airport. You see, there are two airports not far from each other in New York, one being JFK, the other being La Guardia.  My dad had dropped me off at the wrong airport and was long gone by the time I figured out where I was actually supposed to be. Frantic and crying I had to pull all my luggage across JFK by myself and wave down a taxi to take me to La Guardia airport 20 minutes away. I was flustered and furious. How could my parents make such a mistake?! When I called them to tell them about the mix-up they were clearly upset with themselves and overly apologetic. Luckily, my flight had been delayed for an hour and I was going to make it on time. Once I boarded on to the plane and sat down in my seat I took a deep breath and laughed. Even though I cried and was upset about the situation I was still able to make my flight. Accidents happen, and mistakes are always made. I found the mistake on my parent’s part to be somewhat of a test of my independence. I was able to handle it all without their help. Now, we are able to joke about the mix-up and will always be sure to double check our flight information.