Independence Air
Independence Air is filing for bankruptcy. On one hand, I'm happy that I didn't buy my tickets back to NYC through them. The conceited part of me, however, can't help but wonder that if I have, perhaps they wouldn't have gone out of business. Either way, many good memories were had through FLYi - let us travel down memory lane, no?
I traveled to New York City almost one year ago to the day. The mandatory layover in Dulles had me calling Sara to ask her "would it be okay for me to go to the airport bar at 2 in the afternoon?"
Sara asked me, "Why would you do that?"
"Because it's there."
To which Sara responded, niavely, "Well, that's no reason to go to a bar."
In New York City, I interviewed for paralegal positions at a bunch of law firms. Everything sounded so mega-cool, I just knew that I was going to be a paralegal. Of course, a year later, that is not so much the case.
I cancelled my trip two days later from New York City to DC. I had just gotten into the law school I knew I wanted to attend. Of course, one year later, I am not attending said law school. Still, I spent the rainy couple of days walking around the LES, thinking to myself, "I have never been in a city so charming in the rain." The sentiment still holds true. Independence Air was very kind about switching my tickets around. Kudos to them.
Two months later, I flew to DC. There, I presented a paper at the National Conference of Black Political Scientists. It became painfully obvious to me, and everyone there, that I was neither black nor a political scientist. Still, I remember having a really good time and decided that I was not going to law school but, instead, grad school. Of course, one year later, I am not in grad school.
Mid-summer, I flew to Rochester. There, I had a good time in -gasp- the sunny weather with my recently graduated sorority sisters (do jazz hands when you say that). There, I re-discovered the delicious treat that is Baked Cheetos. I decided that this snack was going to be my primary mode of sustinance for the rest of my life. I still have that dream.
And so ends my jaunts around the country courtesy of Independence Air. It was, in fact, a good ride. Cheers.
I traveled to New York City almost one year ago to the day. The mandatory layover in Dulles had me calling Sara to ask her "would it be okay for me to go to the airport bar at 2 in the afternoon?"
Sara asked me, "Why would you do that?"
"Because it's there."
To which Sara responded, niavely, "Well, that's no reason to go to a bar."
In New York City, I interviewed for paralegal positions at a bunch of law firms. Everything sounded so mega-cool, I just knew that I was going to be a paralegal. Of course, a year later, that is not so much the case.
I cancelled my trip two days later from New York City to DC. I had just gotten into the law school I knew I wanted to attend. Of course, one year later, I am not attending said law school. Still, I spent the rainy couple of days walking around the LES, thinking to myself, "I have never been in a city so charming in the rain." The sentiment still holds true. Independence Air was very kind about switching my tickets around. Kudos to them.
Two months later, I flew to DC. There, I presented a paper at the National Conference of Black Political Scientists. It became painfully obvious to me, and everyone there, that I was neither black nor a political scientist. Still, I remember having a really good time and decided that I was not going to law school but, instead, grad school. Of course, one year later, I am not in grad school.
Mid-summer, I flew to Rochester. There, I had a good time in -gasp- the sunny weather with my recently graduated sorority sisters (do jazz hands when you say that). There, I re-discovered the delicious treat that is Baked Cheetos. I decided that this snack was going to be my primary mode of sustinance for the rest of my life. I still have that dream.
And so ends my jaunts around the country courtesy of Independence Air. It was, in fact, a good ride. Cheers.
posted by Anna @ 9:21 AM
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