I feel like if I had to sum my life up in one experience, it would be the following:
I like to consider myself a pretty experienced and very efficient traveller. I assumed last Tuesday would be no exception.
I was packed and checked into my flight, making great time getting to JFK. I arrived an hour and a half before my flight, plenty of time to check my bag (for free! God bless jet blue) and make my way painlessly through security.
The shuttle from Grand Central deposited me right in front of the terminal and I texted my family to let them know I had completed this leg of my journey, since they like to know that kind of thing, even at 7 am.
Then, I walked literally fifty feet from the door of the airport to the check in line. And that's when disaster struck. I couldn't find my phone anywhere. But how on earth could that be? I had just used it less than 5 minutes earlier. I searched every pocket I could, working up a sweat as I did so.
No phone.
My boarding pass was on that phone, as well as a lot of other valuable info. Luckily, I was able to get another pass printed when I checked my bag. Not so luckily, I couldn't text or call anyone for help because, well, I didn't have a phone.
At this point, I'm sweating and panicking and on the verge of tears as I ask someone to guide me to the lost and found, where, miraculously, my phone was laying on the table.
How in the world did I lose my phone so fast? What's more, how was a lucky enough to find it, equally as fast?
These are the kinds of struggles I encounter way too often. I swear to god my life is a circus. But somehow, I have made it this far.
I'll never figure out how, either.
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