Let me just go ahead and say that I don’t think Ohio is the state for me.
One of the only things that I can say is that I have crossed that state off my list, and well, I don’t have to go back now.
It started out innocently enough by me actually not freaking out and getting up seventy hours early for this flight. Normally my flying anxiety is off the charts, but I told myself I needed to relax, if for anything for the baby. Shockingly, it worked.
I hop aboard my flight to Atlanta and then from Atlanta to Akron, and I’m there. I land around two in the afternoon, rent my car, and drive the hour away to where I was staying. Luckily it was all interstate, and it would have been super hard to get lost. I got to Hampton Inn, headed to the gym, went out to get food and settled in for a night of watching the Lego Movie.
The next 3 days were filled with this:
Yep, I only took pictures of my Starbucks, my Jimmy John’s, an awesome pun made by Hampton Inn (I totally would have high-fived any employee had they been around), and my saving grace on my flight back. Kit Kats all day, errrryday.
The flights back happened to be on the day of that last bad winter system. When the pilot tells you it’s going to be a bad ride, you might as well just brace yourself — and a vodka if you’re not carrying around a child. I started Frozen to try to take my mind off the flight — didn’t work, but I did need to see the end, so I bought the damn movie, and am now obsessed. A little late to the party, but whatever. #iloveolaf.
So that was pretty much my trip — some horrible flights, Jimmy Johns, tea, gym, and a little work thrown in. Oh yeah, and Cracker Barrel solo. I don’t recommend that at all.