Once I made it inside the station I knew that I needed to call a taxi, which was impossible due to my lack of phone. Not being a stranger to awkward interactions, I asked a random man if he could call me a taxi. He then proceeded to explain to me that there was a big line outside where people waited for taxi-cabs. He then offered to help me go over to the line which I was incredibly thankful for and bien sûr (of course) took him up on. Then I stood in line and ended up getting a taxi with an extremely nice driver. I must admit that I had to pay quite dearly for this service, but it was so worth not being lost or mustering up some strength in order to lift my heavy bags. The final destination ended up being the Sheridan hotel, which my mother had previously reserved for me. Thank goodness the rest of my day was not eventful.
Fortunately the next day proved to be the last time I have ever had to lift my suitcases but the bad news was my adventure was far from being over. The front desk lady at the hotel explained that I would need to give myself 2 hours in order to allow a sufficient amount of time to check in, go through security, etc. at the airport. That was not at all true. Checking in my bags was a hassle to put it in the nicest words possible. By the time I got to the ticket counter the lady asked my least favorite question "Are you traveling all alone?" I replied that I was and then she obviously felt very sorry for me and stressed that I should obtain some help. I had no idea what this entailed but apparently it involved calling a girl with a wheelchair. This kind of made me feel pathetic, but she traveled so fast with such ease, that I decided to let it go. At last I was on the plane and although I almost missed my connection in Vancouver at least all of my problems from then on could be discussed in English. Then at midnight I somehow miraculously arrived in Fairbanks. Both my parents and my dog "Toto" were there to greet me at the airport. In the car I explained that it would probably take me a while to adjust to not being lost. Fortunately I was able to get over the phenomenon of being lost amazingly fast, and even though I knew that I would miss France, I was happy to be home!