I may have run out of good Karma for the remainder of the summer. Yesterday was unbelievable. I mean that in many ways. Allow me to highlight a few.
One of my best friends, Rob, came to Saugerties to pick me up on Sunday and drove me back down to his apartment that night. He lives about half an hour from JFK, has plenty of space for Jackson, and great roommates. I woke up at 4am Monday and took Jackson for a nice walk to the park before our big adventure began. It was a balmy 14 degrees outside with wind speeds up to 20 mph... I was leaving NY with one last reminder of the cold. Rob woke up at 4:45 and we got to the airport by 5:15am. Who does that for a friend? I couldn't say thank you enough.
Somehow in the security line multiple people were cutting the line. I guess there was a flight at 6am for LA and those people took precedence over everyone else? So the line didn't move for what felt like eternity, but was actually half and hour, and in flying terms that is a lot. After an added 5 minutes because Jackson refused to use the escalator, I made it to my gate minutes before it closed. The plane had not one empty seat. Some how the universe sent me the nicest man in the WORLD to sit next to (the guy in the aisle seat was not so accepting). Fred, as I came to know him, helped me get my bag up top and let Jackson sleep on his feet the entire 6 hours to Phoenix. He talked to me about teaching and how I should get back into it, we talked about yoga, I learned about his family, and I now know a lot more about casinos then ever before. Every time Jackson would get restless he'd lean down and pet his head. It was fantastic. Then as we were getting off the plane, he boxed out the other passengers so Jackson and I could get out without being to squished. I shook his hand and wished him amazing good fortunes on his future.
In Phoenix the nicest flight attendant in all existence helped me make sure all of Jackson's paperwork was in order, and got my bag on the plane in an overhead compartment so I could get on last. Again, this plane was packed. After an hour layover Jackson made it a second 7 hour flight sleeping by my feet and only getting restless a few more times. We arrived in Hawaii and after holding his bowels for 16 hours Jackson got to pee on the wonderfully plush Hawaiian grass outside the airport. I had both my suitcases, my dog, and my yoga mat, and I had made it back safely to Hawaii.
I'm sitting at Mary and Keysa's favorite cafe currently and have a job interview at 1pm today. I'm going to have to start thoroughly investing back into my karma bank as I must have used it all up during my travels.
It's a 5 hour time difference between here and NY. Everyone please text me your address :)
