And cue the excitement

That excitement I was talking about earlier, well it finally hit. I got off the plane and was going through customs in Auckland and I heard a familiar noise. Clunk, Clunk. My favorite sound. I was in line about to get my new passport stamped for the first time. I had arrived and suddenly my trip became real. The excitement lasted a few minutes until I realized my connecting flight to Queenstown left in 30 minutes and I still had check my bags and make it to the domestic terminal. The flight agent had a worried face as I recked my bag, she doubted I would make it and put a call in to the gate agent who in turned told me they would hold the plane for 5 minutes but I needed to run. So after a lovely 12 hour flight I was running through Auckland airport with about 50lbs of luggage strapped to me. I made it to the gate, sweating and panicked because all other flights to Queenstown were booked for the next 2 days. The jetway door was shut which always means one of two things, your too late or too early. I of course immediately thought I was minutes too late but come to find out the flight had been delayed further and they hadn't even started boarding yet. Of course I was relieved but at the same time my excitement grew even more. This is why I love traveling. You never know what will happen. I can't even begin to count the number of times I have ran for a bus, train, or plane and sometime I've made it and sometimes I haven't. To be honest some of the best experiences stemmed from missed ones. So I welcome and crave this kind of excitement, the unknown.