Dear O’Hare,
It’s been a minute, huh? This was only supposed to be a short-term break. We were on a break!
It was just this February when I spilled some of my Starbucks coffee on myself at Concourse C. I was supposed to see you at least once a month for the next five months. Our break has lasted longer than either of us expected. There’s been someone keeping us apart and it hurts too much to even mention his name. His existence has made it difficult to see you and some of your friends.
It’s the little things I miss that have had me on an emotional roller coaster: Chili’s To-Go, not being able to find a charging outlet, United WiFi, standing in line unnecessarily early to board my flight, neck cramps from sleeping on the plane, Mini Pretzels, Hudson News. Don’t even get me started on how I feel when I drive on I-90 and see your sign.
I hate to say it but some people have told me this break has had some upsides. We’ve both grown, some maybe more than others. You’ve been practicing your new cleaning procedures while I’ve been practicing social distancing. We’re not perfect nor will we ever be but I believe when the time is right I’ll be able to get through TSA to see you again.
This isn’t a goodbye, it’s just a see you later.
Love,
Laura