The arrivals gate at airports today isn’t what it used to be… Gone are the days of your friends and family greeting you as you exit the jetport, teary-eyed and all-smiles, perhaps with flowers in their hands or holding back small children from breaking and running headfirst into your knees. Now, you’re on your own straight out of the terminal and to baggage claim, and picked up on the curb like a lonely hitchhiker, forced to throw your bags into the trunk, get in and move off so that the rest of your fellow passengers can follow suit. It’s no wonder that romantic comedies don’t have the classic reuniting-at-the-airport scenes anymore… who wants to watch someone crawl into a vehicle and awkwardly reach over the gear shift for a quick, one-armed hug before the security guards motion for you and your loved one to move on, please. Now.
I arrived at Portland’s airport only slightly later than expected – not due to weather as I had anticipated (although Mom did drive me to the airport in a blanket of fresh-falling snow), but due to aircraft troubles with the plane that occupied the gate before my flight. I was grateful that the weather cooperated and allowed us to get up in the air as soon as we could, especially since I knew my friends both had to work today. Apparently, there was also a lunar eclipse off the right-hand side of the aircraft around 10:30 p.m., but I was sitting on the left and unable to see it. Bummer!
Denise and Jeremy rescued me from the chilly curb with smiles, hugs and a warm truck, and took me home to Whiskeag Road and the awaiting critters. At first, Asia and Riley didn’t realize that I was sandwiched between Mom and Dad, but then they were all wiggles, kisses and bounces! Even Lyca popped into the kitchen to say hello, all blue eyes and a quiet meow.
So it’s official – I’m in Maine. Let the fun begin!