Apparently, no one else in my program flew out at JFK or at least around the same time as me. I was kind of surprised because JFK is a pretty popular airport, but I guess everyone chose to go to Newark instead. As my friend Flute Jim would say, sucks to suck, because JFK is better in my opinion (even if I am biased). It felt weird saying good-bye to my mom at airport security and going off on my own. I think the fact that I was really going to London started to hit me then.
The plane ride was really nice. Their entertainment system had a lot of movies to choose from and they even provided us with some sort of a meal. Les Miserables was one of the movies we could watch, and I almost did, but ended up deciding against it. As much as I love that movie, I knew I would sob and was not ready to do that yet on an airplane. I watched Pitch Perfect again and had to refrain from singing the big numbers like the Riff-Off. It helped pass the time, and man did time fly.
I think after all of the band trips and long bus rides to and from Pittsburgh, I'm used to long trips. The plane ride was so short that part of me wished that the plane was longer! It was only a six and half-hour flight, which really isn't that long. Especially compared to all those trips to Alabama. Part of me wished that the flight was a little longer so that I could get more than two hours of sleep. I left at night and got into London in the morning. I knew I was going to spend the rest of the day up, so it would have been nice to get at least two more hours of sleep. When we landed I was already feeling like I did a few days ago at Shakespeare in the Park. Hopefully I won't crash randomly.
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