Today was rather interesting. Nik took me to Port Authority (technically, Penn Station until he was like, “Oh no! Why did I bring you here?” to which I shrugged because I know nothing about NYC), and PRAISE THE HEAVENS (or as my dad would text: PTL) Nik insisted going with me to the bus platform to make sure I got on okay.
I did not get on okay because I was the loser who bought a return ticket for the wrong date.
Side note: if anyone needs a ticket from NYC to Providence on Oct 24th, please let me know!
We scrambled to find a backup plan. Most of the buses and trains were sold out. There was a six hour bus (why so long??) and a bus that would get me in at midnight. On a whim, I checked Wandaru and they had a 1pm ticket for today, discounted by 15%.
I was entirely sure this was a hoax, but long story short is I made it. Later than I thought, but much earlier (and quicker!) than it could have been!
My joyful moment, however, was not regarding flashbacks of the Belgium plane/bus station, but rather before we left.
Nikitas, though sparse in his refrigerator offerings (the typically bachelor fridge), still had mandarins. We ate, and had a relaxing morning, and it was really nice. It made me realize how much I like mandarins—and do I own smashed into this.