Outfield to Love Field

Feb 2011 – Dallas, Texas. Southwest Airlines Counter at Love Field Airport. 

11 February 2011

It was rush hour at the airport and my brain was frazzled from my first week at my new office that overlooks a baseball field. I had my work laptop slung over my left shoulder, my personal laptop slung over my right shoulder, and the silver purse I bought in Kuala Lumpur strapped in the crevice of the arm holding my boarding pass and Texas driver’s license. [bxA]
When I finally got to the front of the long security queue, a smiling officer motioned for me to come forward.

“How are you?” He said while shining his little flashlight on my license.

“Great, thanks.” I tried not to seem exhausted.

“Here you go,” he smiled up at me, “see you next week.”

“How did you know?” I gave a perplexed smile. How did he know?

“I see you here every week!”

“Ahh, I see.” I walked away thinking he must be confusing me with someone else.

I took five steps to the x-ray table and realized he was right. Aside from last week when all the flights were cancelled due to the pre Super Bowl blizzard….

Feb 2011 – Arlington, Texas. Cowboys Stadium before Super Bowl XLV.

I’d been through this airport in this security line once a week for three weeks in a row. I’m already a regular. And I thought airports were a thing of the past…at least for a little while.
I’ll be making this weekly commute until I move permanently to the Dallas / Ft. Worth Area.

Feb'11 - Houston, Texas. Vintage Kate Libby calendars hanging in my kitchen.

This gives me a few more weeks to work up the courage to tell the camel with my karma that we'll be moving again.

I think he’s still mad at me.

But that’s a long story.