Time and time again, it is said that the journey is more important than the destination. I believe this to be true. During the holiday season last season, I traveled to California to visit my sister. The journey for me was going to be difficult because I was traveling alone and I had a stop along the way. Right from the beginning, I had my destination in mind. I pictured my sister and me walking around in downtown San Diego. However, I paid no mind to the actual journey that was in front of me. Everything that could go wrong did go wrong. I made it to my first flight just in time, only to be informed that there was a slight delay. The slight delay turned out to be a couple of hours. When I finally reached my stop in Atlanta, I was completely lost. The Atlanta International Airport is enormous. I felt like a speck of dust as I walked amongst the various terminals and shuttles. As time went on, I began to panic more and more. My journey was incredibly challenging emotionally, physically, and mentally. I began to sprint up and down escalators and on and off random shuttles. All the while, I was sobbing and people just stared at me in confusion. Finally, I stopped running. I realized I had missed my flight. I had lost my phone while running. I came to the obvious conclusion that I was stranded at the Atlanta airport and my journey had come to an unfortunate halt. Although I eventually asked for help and made it to my destination, the journey is a lot more memorable than the actual experience in California.
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