I only ever fly out of two gates in the Minneapolis-St Paul airport, the two gates that go Chicago. Usually I fly out of E14 in the middle of the day or the early afternoon. I've figured out which seats are far enough away from the TV that you don't have to listen to the horrible news stream.
But, E12 is the gate I leave from in the morning and the night. These flights run late and are often accompanied by a quiet, twitchy anxiousness. Flying into Chicago for 24 hours will do that to you. I hope I only have to do this one more time. I'm glad to be able to, but it's just so stressful and mournful.
Anyway, I'm headed to Chicago again. And the plane is late.
love,
hannah
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