After the aforementioned night of zero sleep, I woke up, showered, grabbed a redbull, and said my last goodbyes to the upstairs girls. I will probably never see them again. It is hard to believe that these faces I have grown so accustomed to seeing every day will soon be but a faint memory.
So at about 830 I finally got my stuff downstairs and to the taxi. The 30minute ride to the airport was just enough to get really worked up and seriously down about leaving. At the airport, everything went rather well. Both of my bags were about .5kilos under the weight limit, which was a relief because I knew if one was over the other would be too, and I would have to start chucking stuff. But, crisis averted.
On the plane, I slept not a wink, again. Meaning I watched movies and listened to music for 9 hours straight, just waiting to fall asleep. Didn’t happen.
Now I am sitting in Chicago, waiting for my 4 hour (ridiculous, right) layover to end. Maybe I could try to sleep…ha.
Coming into denver was a little scary, as I have never landed in snow before. I know I am just not used to it, but when I saw a fleet of fire trucks waiting at the end of the runway, it did not make me feel much better. It was the start of a real storm, and our flight was delayed (I guess we were lucky it wasnt canceled all together) so we could de-ice the plane. I did manage to sleep on this final leg of the trip, as it had been nearly 36 hours since I last slept.
Landing in Ontario was uneventful, over an hour late, and surreal in every way. I was quickly overcome with joy and longing when we pulled into the San Bernardino In-n-Out. All in all, it is good to be back.
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