So, on my first real "solo solo" trip a couple observations:
1) it's really weird leaving the city Friday evening by yourself with a big backpack on the subway while others are dressed up to go on dates, are out with friends or heading home from work. I'm used to heading to the airport by myself at 4am on a Monday in a suit and with a roll on, but this is different.
2) Yes, posse of Indian guys at the airport, I am traveling by myself. No, it is not a shame. And no, you most definitely can not join me.
3) Terminal 4 at JFK is where all the "bastard children" airlines are. I feel bad for the service people here - so many languages and harried people!
Now time to eat some dinner, take some sleeping meds, listen to Mumford and conk the f out for the next 8 hours. Ta-ta Etats-Unis!
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Jyoti Agarwal
Sent from my mobile device. Please excuse spelling and brevity.
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