Terminal 5
I arrived in Terminal 5 of JFK, Jet Blue’s new home. Last time I had anything to do with a Terminal 5 was Heathrow where I said goodbye to all my favorite dresses and my traveling hula hoop. I had to stop a couple of times because it was so bright and clean and colorful I couldn’t believe I was in JFK – the biggest funkhole on the planet. And then my head started hurting and I realized the smell – a collective of various scents – was actually offgassing of all the bright everything and paint and stuff – wow, I had to run out of there. Luckily, this time it was with my luggage.