Jacks flight of destiny

It was saturday morning at the early am's to which I woke to a knock on the door "get up lazy" . I had been living in collage dorms all week at a youth conference. After I gotten dressed and showered I walked out to a sight I couldn't believe, fifteen of my friends had woken up to see me off and wish me luck. Emotions ran high but I had to leave in the end. We took the short trip to the airport and I said good by to my mother who sent me on my way. Making sure to be two hours early and making great time then being hit with an hour delay isn't something you want. Delighted to be boarding the plane I was ecstatic to be sat at an exit seat. Falling asleep and snoring my self awake isn't exactly ideal but the trip flew and I was in Toronto but to be woken up to the fact my connecting flight was leaving in ten minutes and no one had left the plane is quite worrying made worse when the air hostess tells you you will need a miracle to make the flight . So everyone on the plane heard and passed my bag up to me . I ran as fast as I could toward the gate as I get to security I'm told the three most disheartening words....."you're too late" . Being as sleepy and clueless as I was I didn't know what to do but my only saving grace was the next flight to which I received a ticket. So I took my time and chilled. Everything went to plan on the next flight apart from sitting in a random persons seat by accident. 

I had finally arrived in Ottawa, everything was perfect I met the wilderness tours rep and thought I was fine ..... But no. I stood at the baggage carousel until it stopped , yet again my bag had vanished. But I didn't care I was finally back to Ottawa where I could paddle every day in the heat of the sun that was all I wanted and to be met with an influx of good luck messages just made it easier. 

It just shows that no matter how bad things get there is better things to come.

Missing home and standing in the rain,

"ill never let go rose"