True Life: My New Life as a Chicagoan

You know what, you guys? I was being sarcastic earlier when I said it felt like I lived at O'Hare. But shit just got real. I missed my flight to Korea! "How can that be?" you might be asking yourself, "didn't you have a four hour layover?" YES, okay, yes I did. Get off my back, everyone! After I got off my plane from St. Louis, I was directed by a kindly older lady to United gate B17 for the flight to Seoul. "Neat-o!" I thought to myself, "that was easy". FALSE. I had been directed to the WRONG flight. And I figured out that I was supposed to be across the airport at a terminal only accessible by tram only ten minutes before take-off. Cool beans!

Anyway, after I missed my flight, I was directed to a line in front of United where I spent the next two hours with 50 angry travelers whose flights had been cancelled due to the storm. Fun times, you guys! The one bright spot was getting an adorable picture of an Asian baby dressed as sushi from my sister.

Abby's attempt to prevent a mental breakdown in the middle of the airport

My new flight is tomorrow at noon (basically the same flight but 24 hours later). So now, I'm at a hotel for the night (I couldn't stay in that damn airport another minute) hoping and praying that my flight doesn't get cancelled due to the storm.

Just watching some Big Bang Theory at the Holiday Inn and pretending my chances of getting to Korea aren't diminishing with every inch of snow falling outside my window!

Try again tomorrow?