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I almost missed my flight by about 5 minutes, no joke. My mom drove me to the airport and we kept missing the exit to the airport. Friggin Boston. We got there, parked and I hugged my mom bye. I ran into the airport with my one bag. Luckily the line to check my bag wasn’t long so I was able to check my bag right away and printed out my boarding pass. I had about 45 minutes to get through security. I got in line and asked the TSA agent if I could cut the line. He let me while I was almost crying. Boohoo.

I rushed through TSA while checking my phone every 2 minutes, as if I expected time to magically stop. Thoughts rushed through my mind of what the hell I am going to do if I miss this flight. I don’t think we got flight insurance because the flight was already expensive, so I would be screwed. I was freaking out.

I got through TSA and literally ran to my gate. I was the last person on the plane. I got in feeling like I just ran a race of luck and let myself sit in the relief while the plane started off down the runway.

I was so excited the whole way there with my curated playlist that I made for dramatic entry to Hawai’i playing in my ears. I don’t think I even tried to sleep.

I touched down in LAX for a layover for a few hours. I had never been to LA before, and I had a few hours between flights so I thought of leaving the airport to go out and explore, but I didn’t want to risk not being able to get back into the aiport for some reason. I think it was my first time having a layover.

The time passed and I got onto my next flight directly to Hilo. There would be a shuttle waiting for me there to bring me to the university. I was kind of nervous that I wouldn’t be able to find it because I had no idea what the airport would be like and that I somehow wouldn’t be able to get in touch with the shuttle driver if I couldn’t find it. I didn’t really mind though because I was excited and I knew that I would figure it out.