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Some Things Aren't Meant To Be

Story ID:2020
Written by:Nancy J. Kopp (bio, link, contact, other stories)
Story type:Musings, Essays and Such
Location:Chicago IL USA
Person:Nancy Kopp
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I've been looking forward to attending a Writer's Retreat with 17 other women that all belong to my online writer's critique group. The meeting was planned at a camplike park just outside Washington DC. Cabins nestled on the banks of the Potomac River in late April in a parklike setting sounded pretty nice, and the opportunity to finally meet in person women I've known for years in cyberspace was even more enticin. We were coming from Canada, all parts of the USA, Ireland, Shanghai, and the Turks and Caicos Islands. Definitely an international group. E-mails flew back and forth with plans for travel, food etc. Finally, it was time for me to fly to Washington, DC. I would fly from Kansas City to Chicago, then on to the east coast on this past Thursday. Only it didn't happen the way I'd planned.

My Kansas City flight was fine, and I had a long layover in Chicago. All was well until about 40 minutes before the flight was to leave and the word Cancelled was placed next to my flight number on the schedule board. Panic! Long and short of it was that weather cancelled many flights to both west and east coast, and they could not rebook and get me to my destination until late Friday evening, and even that was not guaranteed. I was to return home on Sunday, late mornng, so I decided it was not worth trying to continue on. I was going to go right on back to Kansas City, but they then informed me I could not get on a flight to Kansas City until Saturday, two days later.

Stranded! But all was not lost as we have family in the Chicago area, so I ended up spending two nights at my husband's brother's home, and we've had a nice visit. Even so, I am very disappointed that I could not get to the Writer's Retreat. I'll leave for the airport soon to return to Kansas City where my husband will be waiting to pick me up and take me home to Manhattan. And I don't mind saying that I'm really, really looking forward to going home. Maybe my lost luggage will have arrived by then. Or maybe not. It's been interesting spending two days without all the things packed in a suitcase. It's been interesting dealing with airport employees in a crisis time. It's been interesting meeting many other travelers whose plans had also been changed because of that one word--Cancelled!. Interesting, but I'd rather have been walking the hiking trails along the Potomac River. Some things just aren't meant to be.