We’ve been home for just about a week now and its strange to say it feels like we never left. Tuesday last week we were awake by 3:50 am and leaving the house by 4:30. I was surprisingly chipper for such an ungodly hour. We got to the airport and through security smoothly. Us and our 6 pieces of luggage, 2 carryons, and 2 personal items. Ha. Yes, thats 10 pieces of luggage. Benjamin was making some last minute phone calls while we sitting in the airport and I got sucked into the deep, dark hole that is Pinterest that we completely missed the fact that we were sitting at the wrong gate. I just barely heard the FINAL call for our flight and we dashed off to get on the plane before it left. In all fairness though, we weren’t the last ones! There was one person behind us. The flight was a mix of sleeping, adjusting sleeping positions, attempting to sleep, adjusting again, and attempting to sleep some more. Benjamin was awake a little bit more than I was and managed to catch a movie that was being shown on our flight. In LA we had 2 hours to get to our next gate and onto the next plane. A quick hop, 43 minutes to be exact, and we’d made it back. We were greeted by a chilly 65 degrees which was refreshing compared to the 90 degrees we were used to. I immediately put on a light sweater, a scarf, and a cheesy grin because it felt so great to be back in southern California. My mom picked us up and after a quick drive home we enjoyed dinner and some much needed sleep. 3 days later Benjamin was off again, this time to Georgia to visit his parents and I’ve been back on the job hunt at home. Here are a few pictures from our journey back:
the little bits 