The perfect surprise

Travel days are long and frustrating. Especially this one. Mom, Chrissie and I woke up at 4, drove to Bozeman, flew to Denver and then flew to Orlando. In Orlando, I switched my bags and got on another flight to Charlotte and then on to Raleigh/Durham. I was supposed to arrive at RDU at 11:30 at night and get a taxi to West campus. The whole idea of an 11:30 taxi ride by myself wasn’t very appealing, so I managed to catch the earlier flight that arrive in Durham at 9 p.m.

I have never been so happy to catch an earlier flight.

Guess who was waiting at the bottom of the escalator?

Nick.

At the end of such an exhausting and hectic day, Nick was the perfect surprise. Especially since I didn’t expect to see him again until May. He drove 5 hours just to see me for one night.

Of course, this meant that we had to say goodbye… again.