“Don’t do drugs,” I holler
at her as she rounds the corner from airport security to the gate, waving
goodbye and blowing me kisses. Glad I pushed umpteen bags of snacks into my
child’s luggage before she left the country.
She made it to Izmir! Several delayed
flights and one missed connection, a long hike from the airport to the Metro
Station and a bit of confusion about which station to hop off to catch another
route further south. More walking ensued, with too many bags, a plea for
assistance with the Security Guard, who does speak English, at the Main
Entrance to Yasar
University. He eventually
tracked down a gent (after about 100 phone calls) to help Taelor get the
keycard and escort her to her room, even chivalrously assisting with her bags. The
dorms are like a “fancy, fancy hotel” and she has the room to herself, for the
time being.
I was concerned my young
lady would be nervous yet she assured me, she was certain it would all work out
in the end, felt relaxed and even happy. I was relieved to communicate with my
Valentine, through Facebook this afternoon, and know she is finally in her new
spot.
Now I can relax, eat my box
of dark chocolates and watch a movie. Ain’t Valentine’s Day grand?
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