Traveling is something that has marked my life ever since I was an infant. So when I was given the opportunity to travel by myself I thought that I would fail. It’d be easy to assume since I’ve done it so much that I would view it as something I couldn’t help but succeed at. But my anxiety and pessimistic mind set viewed the world differently than I would have preferred. Especially since I was traveling to a country I had never been to, that spoke a language I didn’t know (that well), and a group of people I didn’t particularly care for. And while Costa Rica isn’t that exotic of a location, and I had been to middle America before, it was eons away from the world that I had grown up in. These were the thoughts going through my mind plaguing me, the worst part is I wasn’t completely wrong. …show more content…
The first leg would be easy I knew the Port-au-Prince airport like the back of my hand and knew Miami like the front of it. The complication came from flying from an unknown terminal to an unknown land, through (the worst thing in the world) Immigration and Customs. Things started out well, I breezed through Port-au-Prince, made it through Immigrations and Customs in the U.S., got lunch and went to terminal E. If you’re familiar with Miami you would know that terminal E is dreaded, it’s constantly under construction and smells like pee. There are worse things in life but if hell was like those things alone it would be enough to keep me away. When I sat down in terminal E, in that exact moment I dropped into a deep, lonely, despair, watching families and friends walk along the terminal. I sat there ate my lunch and watched planes roll around the airport, time ticking slowly away, I read, I daydreamed, and watched team, after team, after team, sit at my same