Getting on that plane to Newark was scary. Not going to lie, I wanted to turn around and book it home. Just forget any of this happened. "stop being such a fucking pussy Richard. really, it's pathetic"... That's what I was forcing myself to say. It only helped a little, then I realized what an ass I was being to myself, so I started to think"It's OK little guy, you got this. You'll be alright." Landing was a relief, kind of... I spent the next hour with one of those stupid push cart things with all my gigantic bags on it. At one point I got into this tiny elevator with barely enough room for all my things. And some dumb couple decided to squeeze in behind me. We shuffled around so that they could get out first because they had only what they could carry. When the doors open I let them out, but it took a bit because they had to climb the Everest of my bags. As
soon as they got out, the doors closed. No biggie, right? Just click the button and the doors open, right?
WRONG FUCKER!!!
I had to hold the button while the doors crawled open, I let go and THE DOOR SHUT IN MY FACE. WHAT THE FUCK KIND OF DEVIL ELEVATOR IS THIS?! IT WON'T STAY OPEN?!
I got out and managed to find my way to Israel. I'm officially an Israeli, it's done.
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