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In My Spontaneous Era

ast week was a whirlwind. As many of you know Taylor Swift made her Eras Tour stop in Tampa Thursday – Saturday. Like every other Swiftie I signed up for the verified fan sale and participated in The Great War with Ticketmaster. While I was unsuccessful in getting tickets firsthand I was still determined to go. And with the concert buzz all over social media, my FOMO was at an all time high.

That Time When… I Got SSSS on My Boarding Pass

After an easy SkyDrive bus ride to AKL, we got to the American Airlines kiosk to print paper copies of our boarding passes. While going through the process, it gave us the opportunity to confirm our known traveler numbers for Global Entry. Tyler’s number was listed, but despite inputting it twice, mine wouldn’t come through. This was annoying, but I wasn’t overly concerned about it - we’d have to go through security regardless - until my boarding pass finally printed. In big letters, my boarding pass had SSSS.

That Time When… We Got Ghosted by Global Entry

So, Tyler and I got to make use of our new Global Entry status during our trip to Toronto, Canada, for our anniversary, but since it’s been impossible to get an interview for Global Entry, we suspected we’d have to have the kiddo interview after we returned from our New Zealand trip next month. Until - eureka! I managed to find an appointment for him in October at TPA, which was perfect...

That Time When… I Took A Birthday Trip to Illinois

Ultimately, I decided to take a trip to Illinois and spend the few days before my birthday there. I could visit with my family, as well as get a taste of a new state. It was a whirlwind few days, as I tried to see everything - while still staying at my dad’s house, which wasn’t quite as close to Chicago as I’d originally thought. We did one new place a day, which looked like...

That Time When… Our Son Was By Himself on the Plane

We had gotten a great deal on Basic Economy flights, so I wanted to make sure to check in as soon as I was able, ensuring the best chance at good seats. This worked out well for our long leg to Madrid, where we had three seats together. But our first leg from Tampa had none of us sitting together - not even our one-year-old, who was set to be all by himself in a middle seat!