I felt like Kate McCallister

Just for a brief moment (64/365)

In Home Alone, Kevin McCallister is left in Chicago by his—at best—negligent parents. When they found out that Kevin is missing, his mother starts a journey back home, but its a long journey:

Anyways, I didn’t leave my kids anywhere, but this happened (and I have ten minutes before midnight):

I woke up at 5 AM because I had a 6:30 AM flight from Philly to Chicago, and from there to Eau Claire, Wisconsin, where I was scheduled to run a full-day storytelling workshop on Thursday.

My flight got fifteen minutes delayed, but whatever.

When I landed in Chicago, however, I saw that my flight to Eau Claire was cancelled:

So I was like:

Fuck no. I need to be in Eau Claire TONIGHT.

I started going through my options, until I decided to get in the next flight to Minneapolis. They said yes, so of I went:

But that flight also got delayed for more than an hour.

Eventually, we left Chicago, and flew to Minneapolis. Then what?

I ran to check the regional shuttles, and found one. The driver was an old guy who was confused by my name, and just let me ride for free.

By then I was so tired, that I fell asleep on the way.

Eventually, I got to Eau Claire, and found it cute :)

Then, I got to work at my room:

Then I went for dinner with the group that will be in the workshop tomorrow, then got back to continue working on my slides.

Eventually, I found that I was running out of time for Mondoli, and I wrote this shitty post and posted it just before midnight, Eastern.

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#day64