Trip Home 10/1/2001
My trip home was absolutely terrible. My flight from Syracuse to Philadelphia and Philadelphia to Long Island were about 5o minutes each, but I had a two and a half lay-over in between. Plus the people in the Syracuse airport yelled at me because the metal detector kept rining. It turned out that I had metal screws in the heels of my shoes. I was really airsick by the time I got home so I wasn't able to eat a lot of dinner, even though it was reall good. It was Yom Kippur, so my mom had fresh bagels, whitefish, lox, tomatoes, onions, egg salad and other good stuff.
My mother woke me up fairly early the next morning because we had to go to Philadelphia that night. My mom and Dad had a wedding to go to, and they brought me and my brothers along. We left our house and drove forty minutes to pick up my dad at his store. We didn't leave his store until nine and didn't get into our rooms until after midnight.
The hotel was not what we expected. The rooms were really tiny, and felt even smaller because it was me and my two brothers in one room. The food wasn't that great. To tell you the truth, on a good day, the food in my dining hall was better. I got up early the next morning because I thought my parents wanted to get an early start on sightseeing. It turns out that they didn't and I woke up early for no reason. We got lost trying to find our way to the city from our hotel, and my mom, my brother John, and my dad fought the entire time. The lines to see the Liberty Bell and the Constitution were incredibly long, so we only got to see the Constitution quickly. I only brought boots, and my boots had heels, so the walking killed my feet. We got back to outr rooms with just enough time for my parents to get ready for the wedding and leave. I really wanted to spend some time alone with my mother, but my dad insisted that they had to leave now and we could talk when they got back.
They got back at ten at night and since I had an early plane the next morning, I just went into my own room. My dad got pissed at me and said, "We raced home so you could talk with your mother." Raced home? Please. Eeven my mother said they didn't race home; they left the wedding on time with all the other guests.
I didn't eat breakfast the next morning because I thought I would be on a plane soon and didn't want to be nauseous. We got to the airport at ten the next morning to find out that my flight had been canceled. It had been canceled on September 22nd, but I had only checked my flight going to Long Island. I was stupid and never though to check on my flight going back to Syracuse. I meant to do it at the hotel but I was so frazzled I guess I just forgot. My father, pissed that my mom didn't enjoy the wedding, blamed her and started up another fight. We had lunch in the airport hotel which also happened to be a beautiful Marriott. It was my first good meal since my dinner Thursday night. I didn't get into Syracuse until six that Sunday because my rescheduled flight didn't first leave until four in evening. I lost another chance to sleep in.
Yeah...so this weekend was not relaxing. I'm not sure which was worse; being at home or staying here.
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