Seat 17A OverlookFlight 277 from Atlanta to Boston, overlooking wing from my window seat.
I have officially been awake for over 5 hours. It's 9:07 am (EST), and I'm on the second leg of my journey northward to city of the Sox (aka, Boston for those not familiar with MLB lingo). It's been such a long day so far, though surprisingly the experience of combating airport security, finding the right gate, checking luggage, and transferring to my final flight has gone through without a hitch thus far. I say "thus far" because I don't want to jinx myself and end up in Minnesota. It was dark when my flight from TPA to ATL left at
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