Lift Off?

December 22, 2008
2:15am
Location: JFK Airport Terminal 4

It started off as a pretty good Sunday: Christmas service at church, 2 hour long lunch with the Lee’s and the Lin’s, family Rock band at Tim’s apartment in Boston, steak dinner…we were just about to pop in a movie when the dreadful call came. “Flight 4620 from Boston to JFK has been cancelled. Blah blah blah” It said more but all I heard was “cancelled.” Immediate panic rises amongst the Huangs. Dad, being the glue that holds our family together, called the airline and five minutes later, we’re on our way to Chinatown to catch the next Fung Wah bus. Turns out our original plan of wanting to jet out to New York a day early because of the wonderful white Christmas Boston’s having was going to happen whether we liked it or not. So four hours and a pleasant van/taxi ride later, we arrive at terminal 7 of JFK. But, of course that terminal isn’t open until 4am, so we have to Airtran it over to another one. So here I am, getting ready for one of the biggest chapters of my life, waiting. It’s so completely out of my hands, it’s ridiculous! A year-long planning and the only weekend it blizzards is the weekend I’m trying to catch a 15 hour flight to the other side of the world. But it could be worse. We could have never got that phone call telling us the flight was canceled. We could have slept the night in restless anticipation, woken up, panicked, and be in sad despair over the fact that we’d missed our flight. At least we have a chance now. We’ve at least done everything we can to try to make it. So here’s to Singapore! (if I ever get there)

P.S. everyone in the terminal right now looks like a bunch of homeless people. I’m trying to say that in the least offensive way possible. But it’s great. We’re all just so tired and hungry and trying to get somewhere for the holidays that it doesn’t matter if we fit ourselves into every crook and nanny we can find. I’d show you a picture but I might be a creep show if I started taking pictures of everyone sleeping.