You can sleep when you die

Well my life for the past 24 hours has been interesting to say the least. I left Becca's apartment at 10:50 because I wanted to get to the airport in time for my flight at 3:15. Becca and I took the bus to the train to the airport which took about an hour and 45 minutes. Once I got there I looked for my flight and went to terminal 3 when I got there I could not find my flight so I asked the information desk and they said I needed to go to terminal 2. I stood in line there for a flight to Prague for over an hour when I finally realized that I was in the wrong area. I then sprinted back to Terminal 3 and asked someone else and they told me where to go. When I got there there were no people at the check-in desk...I had missed my flight. I immediately became flustered, upset, and sad. I did not know what to do who to talk to or how to call Divya, Amy, and my parents to let them know I had missed my flight. After a lot of talking to different people, walking around, finding out information, and calling my family I bought a ticket to Prague for the next day at 7:45 AM. I am so grateful for my family and how much they were there for me when I was scared and sad. I then spent the day/night at the airport trying to sleep in a  chair and failing miserably. Finally 5:45 came around and I checked into my flight and boarded the plane. Once I got to the airport my troubles did not stop there. My shuttle driver did not arrive to pick me up. I asked another shuttle driver what I should do and he gave me his phone and I called the shuttle company who then sent a driver over. THEN I was at Divya and Amy's apartment FINALLY!!! I am tired, hungry, and still a little shaken up over it but I am glad I am where I need to be now. THANKS MOM AND DAD FOR BEING AWESOME! I don't know what I would have done without them! Na Shledanou (bye in czech) :)