Everyday Ramblings

5…4…3…2…1… Hours at the Airport

The other day I traveled to Boston for work. The flight itself was (amazingly) uneventful, but once I arrived to Logan Airport in Boston, I had FIVE hours to kill as I waited for the auditor’s flight to arrive. You might ask “What does one do for 5 hours at the Boston Logan International Airport? I’m so glad you asked.

5 Hours to go:
I arrived around noon, so after a quick stop at the “Newsstand” shop to pick up some postcards, I exited the secure area of the airport and found a place to eat lunch. I ate half the sandwich as I talked to my mom on the phone, and then I decided to explore the airport.

4 Hours to go:
      I have officially explored all of the area outside Terminal A and Terminal B. I have walked 2 miles and leveled up in my Harry Potter Game.

3 Hours to go:
     I found a place to rest and work on my tan… at least until security asked me what I was doing–ops. I got another mile in, though.

2 Hours to go:
     Four miles and I’m about over the walking thing–I had to change my shoes because my feet were sore. I explored the front areas of Terminal C and Terminal E, and when I found this nice recycling statue and a seat in a relatively secluded area, I decided it was time for a rest. Here I sat and wrote out a postcard and worked on my short story.

This was the view from the white bench:

1 hour to go:
     After watching YouTube videos until I had about 35 minutes left, I swung by and saw the top of the 9/11 memorial before walking back to Terminal A to meet the auditor. I stood under the “Terminal A” sign for about 20 minutes waiting for the auditor because I didn’t want to take any chances on missing him. Turned out he decided to come out of security on the lower level, so I missed him anyway.

All in all, what I thought was going to be a really disastrous waste of time turned out to go pretty quickly. And even though I didn’t get as much writing done as I had hoped, all the walking did make me feel productive, and hopefully I burned off some of these excess calories that come with eating out three times a day.

And on Thursday, I get to do it all over again! Yay?

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