I made it! On Thursday morning, I woke up to the news that my flight to New York (JFK) had been delayed four hours, and I would probably miss my connecting flight to Chicago. As you can imagine, I was quite—shall we say—perturbed by said news. Nonetheless, I made my way to Barajas, only to stand in the check-in line for an hour and forty-five minutes! One hour and forty-five minutes. Incredible! Somehow, we made it to JFK by 4:05, and as my connecting flight was set to leave at 5:05, I booked it as fast as I could. Thank goodness for fast-track passes that allow those with flights leaving within the hour to get through customs. I arrived at the gate at 4:55, triumphant but sweaty, and I immediately texted my parents, who were, as it were, standing by, just in case I did make it. And they met me in Chicago three hours later! A happy ending indeed.
The first things I do when I get home are …
- … relish falling asleep to the sound of crickets, rather than my neighbors’ television.
- … wear sweatpants to the grocery store. Because I can.
- … order two or three refills at all restaurants, even if it’s just water.
- … take the dog out on a long walk.
- … text message everyone because now I don’t have to beg them to get Whatsapp.
- … wake up at 8 a.m., even though I can sleep in, because of jet lag.
- … immediately have my Spanish-speaking skills regress. It’s amazing how fast this happens!
- … eat cottage cheese and Ranch dressing. But not together (ew)!
- … sit out on my porch and watch an amazing sunset.
- … drive my car, and realize (for the umpteenth time) that it really is akin to riding a bike. You don’t forget. I actually go into auto-drive mode incredibly quickly.
- … relish the fact that I get to see people I know, but hate the fact that I see people from high school with whom I really don’t want to have an awkward encounter.
- … miss Mario, but not Madrid’s unrelenting heat.
What is going home like for you?