To call my experience “sleeping” would be generous: within the actual airport itself I only slept for maybe an hour or so. While unfortunate for me, it gave me the opportunity to document all of the chilly, ridiculous events that unfolded.
my situation to combat the cold. i’ve given up on sleeping. nora is awake thooo maybe we can go through security soon. pic.twitter.com/5bGpUA194A
— anna (@mpj_anna) November 20, 2023
Once I made it through security (around 4:00 AM), true delusion started to set in. I was pacing the airport in order to stay warm, and found myself laughing out loud at the conversation I was eavesdropping on between two custodial workers. Despite my circumstances, I felt relatively fine mentally. I think I had resigned to accepting my conditions.
After sleeping like an absolute baby in the luxurious comfort of my Aer Lingus aisle seat, I started to lose steam. The trek from the airport back home was hard to document and even harder to work through. This semester, I have learned that when you are studying abroad the highs are high and the lows were real low. That metro ride home was one of the lowest lows yet.
