Chicago, Conference, Colleagues...
My flight here on Monday was odd. I decided to arrive at the airport very earlier. This was because my husband had to be to work at 5am. His job is in the vicinity of the airport. My flight was scheduled to leave at 6:50. By getting a ride with my husband I could avoid leaving my car at the airport for 8 days. But that also meant he had to drop me off at 4:30am, so he could get to work by 5. Now the airport in our new small town is little, nothing like O'Hare, where we used to live. Arriving at our new airport 90 minutes early is rarely necessary, let alone 180 minutes early. In the cool darkness of that early morning I quickly managed to get through the automated self-check in. And then proceeded to the security. I was feeling rather proud of myself for managing to pack enough for 8 days in one small carryon suitcase and a briefcase with my computer, books, knitting....yeah... Well, at this small airport, the security was not open. Gated and shut tight. Soon a line began to form.