Leaving Charlottetown

You would think that the hardest part about moving away from home would be saying good-bye to family and friends...it wasn't. Don't get me wrong, I miss every single one of you. A LOT. Being allowed on the plane in Charlottetown was the hardest part of the trip. The ticket agent in Charlottetown wouldn't allow me on the plane because I didn't have a paper copy of my ticket. He blamed the people in Nunavut for not knowing how to send it to me and yelled at me (in front of everyone in line) that I was not being allowed on the flight and to stand aside while he helped the other customers. Rude! At 6:20am, Air Canada realized that my paper ticket was in their drawer...so they quickly got me on the flight. Maybe the rush that then ensued to get me on my 6:30am flight worked in my favour as my bags were not weighed and security didn't bother to look in any of them.

Luckily the rest of the trip was smooth flying and I arrived in Iqaluit with no other issues.