Panic

So, there is a snowmageddon happening on the east cost of the US. I leave in 8 days. Flights are being cancelled and my aunt seems to think now is a good time to go on and on about how I might not be able to leave.

She was unhappy with my choice to leave right after Christmas to begin with, but the flight was the cheapest by far. Anyway, I just don’t understand her.

I need to be able to get out on time. Once the flight is off the ground in NY, my worries are over.

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