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I need to write this down. My first instinct, after living through it and ranting about it to my family yesterday, is to forget it. But as with most events in my life, there is bound to be a reason to go back and read over this later.
Our trip to Hawaii wasn’t too bad. The worst part was rushingflying through the Phoenix airport to get our flight to Lihue because our flight from Pittsburgh was so late due to having to have the wings de-iced before take off. We got over that, though, because we were fortunate to get an extra seat on the not very full plane. That meant Kendyll had her own seat and we were quite comfortable.
The flight home, not so much.
We tried to prepare. We left the house at 4, had burgers at Bubba’s Burgers in Kapaa around 5 and turned in our car by 7 even though it wasn’t due until 8. When we checked our bags at the airport, I had a bad feeling. The girl at the airline desk insisted on putting the tracking tag on a very unstable clipped belt on the side of my suitcase. I told her repeatedly that the tag would come off but she assured me, repeatedly, that it would not. The line at security was long and I didn’t want to start off our trip home by being late for our flight. I relented, she place the tag on the insecure belt and we headed off for security.
From Lihue to Phoenix, I was in a window seat and Brit was in the middle seat. We took turns holding Kendyll who slept almost the entire flight. I dozed, Brit dozed. Kendyll made it easy; the weather made it bad. There was quite a bit of turbulance which may have been why the flight was running late. We knew we had 90 minutes between flights so we hoped we’d be okay. Not so. As we entered the Phoenix airport we heard he announcement for boarding our flight. Again, we rushedflew through the airport to make our flight, 4 carryons and a baby in tow. I thought I was going to faint by the time we got to our flight.
This flight, I got an aisle seat and Brit got the middle one. A nice 18 year old girl had the window seat and slept most of the flight. Luckily, when Kendyll wasn’t sleeping she was playing quietly and being extremely well behaved. Unfortunately, the flight was not so wonderful. I’ve never experienced that much turbulence on a flight before. It felt like that plane was traveling on a pot-hole dotted road. It rocked back and forth, side to side, for 3 to 4 minutes at a time, steadied for a bit then began to rock again.
Brit got sick. It was that bad. And then it got worse.
We were late getting into Pittsburgh. My mom had called my cell phone three times, leaving voicemail asking why I wasn’t answering, where I was, why was I not returning her calls. We were dead tired so it took a while to get from the airside terminal to the landside terminal and I just didn’t have the energy to call her. We dragged our way to her, left the baby there and went to retrieve our bags with my nephew, Luke.
We found the carseat first, then Brit’s red bag and her black one. Mine wasn’t there. We waited, we looked. I stood at the luggage ramp, gazing at the empty conveyor belt, wondering if the airline gremlins were going to release my suitcase or not. They didn’t.
So I filed a claim and Luke drove us home. Just before midnight on Thursday night, I got a call that my luggage had arrived. The nice guy from the airline delivered my bag at 1:30 am. I finally fell asleep at 3:30 and woke at 6am to get Boomer up for school.
This was not the best trip I’ve ever taken to Hawaii. I’m hoping that it was just my turn for a bad experience and the next one will be back to being fun and exciting. Fingers crossed. 
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