For those of you who don’t know, I am in super holiday mood, travelling around the states, trying to find best ice cream in the world (like a professional, lol).
Anyway, I shall tell you about this very memorable trip that happened because I booked hotels and flights on the wrong date. Simple mistake, complicated repercussions.
Well anyway, it turns out to be so interesting I am kinda glad that I somehow made the mistake. So there is always some hope in a bleak road. *so poetic*
I bought a concert ticket of Lady A a few months ago (December, maybe). A few weeks after that, I started searching for accomodation and flights needed for the concert because it was not in Seattle (my sister is in Seattle and I am currently living in Seattle as well).
The concert was for 15th February 2014. I don’t know how I don’t know why but (the big BUT came in) I booked the flights and hotel for 13th-15th February 2014. Which mean, by the time I want to see the concert, I have to catch another flight to another place.
There goes my hope in seeing my favourite band of all time.
After racking my brain over many decisions and possibilities, I came up with one conclusion.
I will buy another tickets for the concert (on Valentine’s day, I might add), in another city close to the designated city. So here is the data.
14th February 2014: Wichita, Kansas
15th February 2014: Kansas City, Missouri
Therefore, I have to go from Kansas City to Wichita on 14th. The thing is, after some googling, I found out that there is no public transportation serving that route. The only feasible option is, to rent a car and drive there myself. Well, that is what happened. PS: Americans drove on the right, whereas Indonesians drove on the left.
Okay. That explained the driving. Now, I will tell you the whole story in the chronological order.
13th February 2014
I catched my flight from Seattle to Kansas City. Arrived at around 3-ish. Rode a bus to another terminal to catch another bus to the city when I realised dreadfully that I left my Kindle ON the plane. Well, hell.
I feared that the plane has already took off and flew my Kindle away with them. Deep down I was calculating if this was a sign for me to buy a new Kindle, but then I remembered that this very Kindle was a gift from my Mancunians friends and I don’t want to loose it. That being said, I rode the same bus (with the same driver) back to the terminal which I came from, panicly explained the situation and they gave me a pass to go inside the gate.
How to go inside the gate you say? There is TSA inspection in which you have to put out your laptop, take off your shoes and other clothing layers, which is hell under the duress. Luckily for me, the Kindle was already in the gate and not in the plane. Whew!
14th February 2014
Went to the Crowne Plaza to pickup my car. It was uneventful. One hour drive to adapt and I am good to go.
3 pm. Time to go. The concert was at 7 pm. I used Google Maps to drive from Kansas City to Wichita. After some wrong turns, trying to pump up the gas by myself, 200 miles, and many angry drivers later, I arrived at the event arena with no battery on my phone. It was dead. Dead, dead. Well hell.
— 3 hours of concert, best concert I have ever been to, by the way —
14th to 15th (around midnight)
No battery. Nice. There is only my Kindle (the one that was almost left behind) and the pdf I sent to the Kindle. The direction was in there. Driving back to Kansas is not that hard, the hardest part was to make sure that my mind did not wander into many horror movies scenarios I have ever seen.
The scariest part would be when you looked back to the mirror and the ghost appeared or something. That would be.. hell.
Anyway, after another 200 miles, one stop to buy a cup of coffee and gas, I came back to the hotel when it was around -5 degrees outside, and snow was everywhere.
15th February 2014. Airport.
Crazy old man (the bus driver from car rent to terminal) in a southern drawl was very nice to me. It was a memorable chat and he was really nice though old. Thanks stranger old man!
Catched my flight from Kansas City to Atlanta. In Atlanta, another stranger was telling me about her whole life. How her husband died of liver failure because he was such a drunk, how her younger son vowed to never touch alcohol, how her oldest son was waiting for his third baby (and that is why she was flying in the first place), and how she was lost in this strange world without kindness from a stranger.
I was mesmerised. I thought stories like that only occur in movie, in a two-dimensional box we love to watch. How can I be more wrong.
After waiting for another hour (the flight was delay because it was snowing in Philly), ultimately I arrived in Philly and met my aunt and my new uncle! Yeay for me!
16th February 2014. Atlantic City, anyone?
My uncle drove my aunt and I to Atlantic City. Saw so many slot machine, poker table, roulette table, you name it. In a way it was such a beautiful place, but the gambler is so lost on thought that they didn’t even realise the beauty of the place.
Beautiful shore, beautiful drive, another priceless experience.
Anyway, simply put I just want to say to anyone who is reading that life is in your hand. It is about your choice, what you do, what you say, what you fear, what you love.
Many encumbrances may arise, but nothing can make you happy or sad, unless you allows it. It simply how you think, that effect your happiness.
PS: for those of you who may want to see some photos, I posted all of them in my Instagram account, @aurenessa.
Thanks for reading!