TRAGIC

The Creativity Den

AWKWARD. That is what I am, or that is how my morning has been. I am here to brighten your mornings with my embarrassing and lengthy airport struggles.

As an eighteen year old, my most hidden secret, is that I walk around unidentifiable. I do not carry a license with me, or a set of shiny keys on a fun key chain. I don’t know exactly how I’ve gotten to this point, but this is who I am.

I knew coming into the airport process, that I would have a bit of trouble passing through the security line. Although, I haven’t flown by myself on such a hectic day as the day before Thanksgiving- so I’ll give you a step by step of my situation.

I’m waiting in line, (the thirty to fourty people in a packed room anxiously awaiting getting through and flying line), and I am growing more…

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