I’m sitting at a charging station at the Atlanta airport, at gate F6 where my flight to Manchester, England will be boarding in about three hours. The flight in from Wichita was okay-ish. I ended up squashed between two very kind gentlemen in the second-to-last row on a Boeing 717.
I don’t have the hips for a middle seat. But at least the gents were nice. We cracked a few jokes, make a few snide comments because generic sarcasm is easier than small talk, and then I dove head first into Heir of Hope. I’m thoroughly enjoying it, by the way.
Something about sitting behind the wings on a plane just makes me terribly woozy. I don’t know if it’s the motion or what. Take off and landing on this flight was rough. My stomach was upside down the whole time.
But we made it okay. Dad and I grabbed Pei Wei in the International Terminal here at the Atlanta Airport, and then we scampered back to gate F6 to see if we could catch a gate attendant to ask some questions.
See, I went out of my way yesterday to reserve a window seat on the flight from Atlanta to Manchester. It cost extra, but getting a window seat is worth it for me. I can actually sleep with a window seat. Well, when I got my boarding passes this morning, it wasn’t the seat I had requested.
Well, I’m still not entirely clear on what happened, but it sounds like the airline circumvented the reservations. Maybe? I don’t know. Either way, it’s looking like I won’t get my seat. I can check again just before we board, but the window seat is probably out. They’ll refund me, though. So that’s nice.
It’ll be what it’ll be. So I’m not worried. And at least it’s not a middle seat. I think it’s an aisle seat, which I can work with.
Being stuck in the middle seat on a flight from Wichita to Atlanta is a torture for an introvert. Being stuck in the middle seat on a transatlantic flight from Atlanta to Manchester, England? Yeah, not my favorite thing. But if that’s what works out, it’s what’s supposed to be, and maybe me being crammed in the back of a plane in between folks will be good for someone–maybe even me. The good part? I’m exhausted now, so maybe sleep will come more easily than I expect.
Either way, phase 1 of 3 in this journey is complete. When we land in Manchester, that will be phase 2. Then finding our way from the plane gate to the train station will be the last phase, where we’ll arrive in Carlisle around 1:45 p.m. local time (which will be 7:45 p.m. Wichita time).