My Trip Home

I made it back home...safe and sound where I belong. It was a loooooooooooooooong trip back!! I don't think the airline read my last post cause the trip was pretty eventful. It started at 2 in the morning. I was excited and couldn't sleep so I watched TV til it was time to get up. We headed to the airport about 2 and a half hours before my flight was schedule to depart. The Rents' dropped me off and we were all pretty happy that my airline ticket counter looked empty. We thought I would just scuttle on in there and sign in. Ahahaaha how cute were we. I dragged a zillion pounds of luggage to the counter to be told I was in the wrong place. I had to leave the building and go down two more buildings. uhhhhkay. No problem. I get to the other building, walk in and look at all of America trying to get on a plane. The place was wall to wall people. Anyone ever fly out of O'Hare?? The day after a big snow that stranded people...and it was the first day of spring break....and the day before Easter?? Feeling my pain?? I waited in line for 30 minutes to be told that I was, again, in the wrong place. I ran to the other line and waited for around 45 minutes. Got signed in and went to security where I waited in line for about an hour. It was crazy in there!!! I finally make it to my plane, board and get my books all situated only to be told that we are going to be sitting on the tarmac for awhile. Sigh.
This is the place in my story where I ask why. Why man who sat in front of me...why did you have to recline your seat all the way back. Why. It was early. You didn't need a nap. Oh, and when I jabbed the seat with my knee cause by then I had hate in my soul for you...yeah, sorry bout that.
I reach San Fransisco for more waiting in line and taking off of the shoes to look for bombs, get a little something to eat and board the plane. It was a nice plane. United is a class act! I had leg room. I had elbow room and I had 4 movies at my disposal to watch at my leisure. Watched No Country For Old Men....why did it have to end like that?? Watched Elizabeth. Watched an episode of Grey's Anatomy and maybe, just maybe, had a couple of tears go astray. Finally...after about 34 hours of waiting and TV watching and waiting and flying and a man pretending that we were traveling together so he could cut in line, ( I actually let him cause I thought that he was pretty ballsy to even try it! hahahahaha Viva la Americans!!) I reached Seoul and the hubby. I was home.
Now I have a bit of jet lag but it's good to be home. I had a great time in Chi-town with my mom and dad. Ate my way from one end of that town to the other. Read...wait for it...42 books (yes, again, I am a freak) and saw some cousins I hadn't seen in over 10 years. But now good people I am home. My dog hasn't stopped looking at me and sighing. The hubby can't sneeze without me standing in his face cause I missed him. My kids are even at peace and one with the universe. I'm home. Home sweet home.