Today I am finally heading back to Kingston. I feel like I haven't seen my own home in SO long. In fact....I had to consciously think about how I will get there and which exit to take! ha.
I'm having a bit more trouble 're-integrating' this year. Don't really have my head wrapped around everything that happened, and everything I saw. And definitely not yet able to describe it in an eloquent way. However....I can describe for you the debacle that happens when I try to drive to the Toronto airport....
First of all, I should make it clear that I blame Dan. He's my 'little brother'. And I love him to pieces but its completely his fault. We headed out to the airport to meet his parents (my pseudo-parents) for supper. And the ONLY directions he brought were "the hotel is right across from Terminal 3. Room 523." And also for the record - I made it clear that I lose all sense of direction around the airport.
So we drove up the 427, and I was blabbing so much I almost got on the 401 west by accident but saved it at the last second. Safely made it to the exit for Terminal 3 and started looking for a hotel. Well wouldn't you know there is one right in the parking lot! That's definitely right across from terminal 3. We drove around forever looking for a spot to park and almost hit another car (because I forgot that you actually have to stop for stop signs in Canada) and finally made it in. Took the elevator upstairs and then I hid while Dan knocked on the door (cause I was a surprise). hmm...no answer. Then his dad calls to see where he is - he says right outside the door. Still no answer. Then his dad calls again and says the room number is 253. Sigh. Down the elevator to discover - THERE IS NO ROOM 253. And then his phone died. This is where it starts to get interesting....
The hotel people then inform us that there is no person by that name registered, and perhaps we are looking for the 4-point Sheraton. "That sounds familiar" says Dan! Back to the parking lot, pay 4 whole dollars for our 10 minute adventure, and start driving. It is then that we realize that being at the airport is like being at the north pole where EVERY direction is south. Because there - EVERY direction is airport road and Terminal 3. No matter what corner you are at you have to turn in a new direction. No matter where you can see the terminal, the road is leading another way. IT'S EVERYWHERE. In fact, we would liken it to the Holy Spirit. Terminals 1 and 2 are concrete objects, if you will, and Terminal 3 is more like a spirit, flowing everywhere. I like to think there is a little Terminal 3 in each of us.
Now Dan gets the bright idea to call his phone from my phone and get his messages....and good thing he did because apparently we were looking for the Econo Lodge! Simple mistake....Econo lodge does sound an awful lot like 4-Point Sheraton. I can see how he mixed those up. So we had to stop and ask for directions, and then follow many more Terminal 3 signs, until we finally found it. Trudge trudge trudge up to the room. Again I hide and he knocks.....NOTHING. Sigh. Back to the front desk to discover it's not room 253 - its 235!!! Thank god no one was in any of the many rooms we knocked on!
And so, I have decided that I either have to never take Dan anywhere again, or always ALWAYS take him because it ends in so much laughing.
I hope that Terminal 3 fills each and every one of you with joy and peace today :)
Lots of love
Pamela
Currently reading: form 155 of 992 to be entered into my research database
Currently listening to: morning traffic
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