I’m not a wimp.

on August 22, 2008 in Nash-livin' with 12 comments by

I need to go ahead and say that up front. Because at some point in this post you may say, “Annie sorta sounds like a … “, then you’ll pause, reread the title, and then say to yourself, “Well, actually, nope. She’s not a wimp. She told us that already.”

It’s called being on the offensive.

Anyways, today was my first experience in the Nashville airport. For a big city girl like me, used to the Hartsfield Jackson Atlanta International Could Have Its Own Zip Code Airport, you’d think that a tiny little airport like Nashville’s would be simple to figure out and fairly manageable.

Or so you’d think.

On Tuesday, though I was publicly mocked by my friend Jason, I made a practice run to the airport. We ALL know my tendencies to get lost and since I had to be at the airport at 5am [also known as the BUTT CRACK OF DAWN], I wanted to have it sorta figured out when it was light outside. Mission Accomplished.

Or so I thought.

This morning came early [thank you Tatum for the 3am wake-up text], I was ready to walk out the door at 4:45am. I turn on my Garmin and it can’t find a satellite! I begin to replay my conversation with Jason- did he say it was 65N or 65S? To I-40E, I think? If it was as easy to find as he, and everyone else in the 615 area code, says, surely I could pull this off.

Not to mention I had driven the EXACT ROUTE three days ago.

Garmin pulls through for me [no one is more grateful than Jason because a 5am wake up call may have ended the friendship], but as I get to the airport, I can’t find the parking. I loop the airport twice, then finally see the economy lot. It is a LONG WAY from the airport. Like, impossible to walk long way.

Jason didn’t mention that. Neither did Kevin or Mandy or the girls at supper club or any other human I have talked to. Apparently they didn’t get the memo that I prefer to be given EVERY SINGLE DETAIL. Listen, don’t get me wrong, I love adventure. But “adventure” of this type quickly moves to the “Nightmare” category in my mind when I don’t have a backup plan. I park my car [actually putting it in park- unlike yesterday] and then have 2 realizations:

1) I do not know how to get to the airport because walking is way out of the question

2) I do not see another human being to help me out

This is the moment when if I was a wimp, I would have cried. But not me. I’m one tough cookie. I mean, maybe I thought about crying, but I promise no tears dripped.

Luckily, I saw another car pull in to the lot, so being the stellar stalker that I am, I followed them, parked by them, and watched. Ahhh…. a bus/trolley thing of sorts. Perfect.

But all hope was lost. I was flustered, confused, disappointed in my own ability to enjoy such situations, and above all things- LONELY. It was probably the moment I have felt the most alone since I moved.

Not only was I traveling alone, ALL my friends that were in Nashville were sleeping, some of my Nash-buddies aren’t even in town, and my Marietta people can’t help me with this one.

I did not cry. I did not call my Mom, my friends I’m flying to in San Antonio, or any Nash-folks. I just kept moving. One foot in front of the other. Ticket line. Security. Gate. Plane.

And now I sit in the Memphis airport waiting to connect to San Antonio. To go see my friends and listen to Beth Moore bring the Word. So to have a bit of “opposition” probably isn’t a surprise. But nor was it a joy.

I don’t really have some great lesson I got out of this or something super wise to share with you. No church sign or hero to the rescue. I think I just needed to say out loud that the trip to the airport was hard.

But it will be worth it.

P.S- You’re right. I’m kind of a wimp. Sorry. I don’t mean to be. I didn’t turn the car around and drive home though. THAT would have secured my residence in Wimp-ville.


  1. posted on Aug 22, 2008 at 10:31 AM  |  reply

    Definitely not a wimp. Regardless of your adventures in airport parking, the simple fact that you’re coming to San Antonio with mis-matched nails and no capri pants tells me (as a native Texan) that you are most assuredly a woman who can take care of herself!
    However, I probably wouldn’t tell the story about leaving the car in ‘drive’ in favor of pausing your I-Pod… for one, most folks in Texas probably wouldn’t know what an I-Pod was, or why you’d feel compelled to pause it… and two, they’d all have a story to share about doing something humorous, yet otherwise bordering on moronic, with their cars. You’ve only got so much time… I’m just sayin’…

    Much love! God bless! 😀

  2. Eve
    posted on Aug 22, 2008 at 12:02 PM  |  reply

    For those of us that have been in that kind of predicament, we would not call you a wimp. As a matter of fact your life is proof of exactly the opposite.

    Not only are you very funny, you are very brave.

  3. posted on Aug 22, 2008 at 12:38 PM  |  reply

    Oh honey! That is the story of my life! You are NOT a wimp and I predict (like I am claivoyant or something) that God is going to speak some real truth over you this weekend and satan was just trying to keep you away from your date with the One!

  4. posted on Aug 22, 2008 at 2:20 PM  |  reply

    you’re welcome.

  5. posted on Aug 22, 2008 at 3:18 PM  |  reply

    Hey now. That’s not wimpy. =) I had a full-blown meltdown last night in my armpit motel, in a city I’ve never driven in, in a place where I don’t know anyone (until later today)… well, it wasn’t pretty. Looking forward to meeting you today.

    Grace and Peace,

  6. posted on Aug 22, 2008 at 8:50 PM  |  reply

    Here’s the trick to parking at the Nashville airport. Don’t.
    I have parked here (http://www.theparkingspot.com/Locations/Locations.aspx?ID=31) for years. Actually, they park your car for you – AND drive you to the front door of the airport – AND it’s only a couple of more dollars per day than the economy lot. It’ll change your life. 🙂
    Oh, and have fun with my sister in San Antonio.

  7. posted on Aug 22, 2008 at 10:42 PM  |  reply

    And we both know there is NOTHING wrong with being on the offensive. And you know what, it’s ok to feel/be wimpy sometimes. I think every one of us knows what it feels like. I’ve had plenty of those moments at Asbury.

  8. Barb-a-licious
    posted on Aug 22, 2008 at 11:35 PM  |  reply

    If anybody doesn’t think that you’re a wimp, it’s me. Remember a game of beach football? Remember my torso/ left knee getting bashed in by your incredible football skills? Cut to me crying on the beach for the next 2 hours. Nope, you are NOT a wimp.

    But for real, have a great time!!

  9. posted on Aug 23, 2008 at 11:44 AM  |  reply

    Way to push through.

  10. posted on Aug 24, 2008 at 8:28 AM  |  reply

    Oh how I can relate to the horror of not knowing how to get where I must go.

    Way to press through sister!

    And I hope you and the other bloggy sisters have a GRAND ol’ time.

  11. Sharliss Arnold
    posted on Aug 24, 2008 at 9:41 PM  |  reply

    Ok, so I have only done this airport three times but I would have so helped with what little I know. So happy you are “getting settled”. We would love to see you. Love ya girl.

  12. posted on Aug 25, 2008 at 9:30 AM  |  reply

    I have to be at the airport at 5am in a few weeks. Luckily, I will not be alone, but I can sympathize with the early-morning part!

    Glad you made it.

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