Today was the first time I rode a plane by myself. It was terrible, well, the process was terrible. I’m standing in line with my luggage, and apparently, I’m only allowed to bring one suitcase. My dad was pissed, he kept on saying “why do you have so many things, why’d you buy so much.” I didn’t know about this policy, so no need to be nagging in my ear. So I stuffed everything I could into one, but I ended up leaving half of my things in Taiwan. I probably won’t see those things for a while. My dad bought me a box to put what I needed in there and that would count as my carry on. So I have this giant box filled with my mom’s items and I bring it on the plane.
Our plane was delayed for about half an hour, not too bad. I sat next to an american person and he was interesting. His children went to the Taipei International school, and his daughter is fluent in chinese, his son… not so much. He’s going to Shanghai for business. The guy to my left was a very old and frail man. His eyes were somewhat foggy, I think he had cataracs. He was adorable, he told me about his family, one son in shanghai, one daughter in america. He told me that his daughter was in love with a person who comes from the rich. She threatened to kill herself if he didn’t marry her… they ended up getting married. I wonder how that relationship would work, but people die hard for love.
On the plane, it was all smooth sailing, so I decided to go to the bathroom. I’m sitting on the toilet and we go through turbulence. Honestly, the scariest feeling ever. I’m still peeing, so I can’t get up and the whole planes shaking. I’m scared and I’m just thinking, I’m going to die on the toilet.
After an hour and a half, the plane landed and I didn’t die on the toilet. This was the first time I walked on the staircase to come down from the plane. The cold welcomed me and it certainly did a good job. I’m in my yoga pants, wearing a button up, and I have a pea coat. The passengers went on the bus and they took us to the terminal.
I went to baggage claim, and I sat on my box full of clothes while suitcases circulated around. I waited for an hour and I don’t see my suitcase… where the hell is my suitcase. So I’m kind of pissed, and I go over to the Baggage of Inquiries and the workers didn’t even acknowledge me. This one sleepy guy helped me, he talked so slow that I wanted to shoot myself.
Anyways, long story short, it wasn’t a good experience and my baggage was luckily found after 9 hours and sent to me.