The time I almost missed my flight to Peace Corps

I am in Atlanta at staging!  Since this might be my last good internet for a long while, I am trying to use it as much as possible. 

This morning was a little harrowing.  My flight out of Detroit was at 6am, so we left for the airport a little after 4.  My aunt dropped me off, and I stood in the check-in line for a few minutes before realizing things were a little too light.  I'd left my backpack -- with laptop, electronics, and PC paperwork -- in the car.  This was terrible because (a) I didn't have my cell phone with me, and (b) the notebook where I'd written down everyone's phone numbers was in the bag.

I ran around the airport borrowing random people's phones and calling the only number I had memorized... my parents'.  After about 5 tries, they picked up, called my aunt, and she drove back with my bag.  By this point, it was about 45 minutes before my flight.

Because of the snowstorm in MI this weekend, the security line was out of control.  I waited mid-panic in the TSA line and WOULD have made it through about 15 minutes before my flight, but my bag went off.  They searched me, searched all my bags, took everything out, and then sent me back through screening (which took another 10 minutes).  Turns out, there was condensation on the inside of my water bottle.  When I went through TSA in Raleigh we were chatting and making jokes, but apparently Detroit means business.  Thank goodness they caught me and my condensation... who knows how many people I would have put in danger!

I'm pretty sure a couple things are missing from my bag, but I didn't have time to check as I ran to the gate just before they closed the door.

Now, here I am!  Sleep deprived, but glad to be here.