Gonna Miss America
Columbia airport is so small and southern that it has white rocking chairs in the waiting areas. When we arrived all those months ago a lovely old local man with a Sims-2 default white beard was waiting to pick us up. He was part of a volunteer service laid on by the study abroad office and this was where we found him, rocking away with a big green triangle above his head and not a care in the world. It seems so long ago now but here we are again, ourselves rocking away, waiting to board a plane home via North Carolina. I should mention that the only other people it seems getting on this plane are uniformed army guys (they’ve just been let off for Christmas we presume).
Just like us, all the internationals have packed up and gone, some never to return, some to come back like prisoners who dishonored their bail agreements. It was an interesting bunch from all over the world, thrown together like delegates at a UN convention and, just like your average UN convention, it was carnage! We’ve had such a good time and are sure going to miss those not returning (notably the Frenchies). Hopefully the new members, the Palestines if you will, will make next semester just as eventful.
That is if we make it back in January, I am genuinely getting a bit worried by the amount of military personnel getting on this plane, it would be just our luck to have got our flight details wrong and end up landing in some sort of war zone, or handed a parachute and ordered to jump by a mean drill sergeant somewhere in flight. Maybe my next post will be from somewhere far less hospitable than the lovely American South!
I hope not, this place is providing us with so much great material even after all these months, I mean look at this photo I took! As a writer it seems almost defeatist to admit that a picture tells a thousand words, feels like I am surrendering to Istagram, indirectly advising trading a good novel for a good scroll through the endless reams of photos of what people are just about to eat or, if you have scrolled down a bit, what they have most probably already consumed. That is not what I am doing, but as for the man in this photo and who he is calling… you can write your own story.