After traveling for I don’t even remember how long, I’m still not home yet. It will take at least 3 more hours to get home.

This has been a journey from hell, people, with every single thing that could potentially go wrong going majorly wrong. On the way, I have encountered a bunch of extremely rude and aggravating Israelis, Dutchmen, Russians, and Slovaks and an extremely nice and helpful gentleman from Lawrence, Kansas.

To give you an idea of how I look after all this traveling and stressing out, here is what happened to me at the end of the flight from London to Chicago. I was sitting next to a gentleman of a very advanced age. I think he could easily be my grandfather. The flight attendant, however, asked me to pass a snack to this gentleman and referred to him as my husband. I’m not even upset because I kind of do look like I’m eighty right now.

And while I was writing this post, my flight out of Chicago was delayed once again. I think I’ll have to send a photo of how I look right now to my actual husband so that he can identify me at the St. Louis airport.

I loved this poster so much that I had to steal it from one brilliant blogger. Unlike her, I don’t have anything intelligent to say on the subject except, “And that’s my point exactly!”

Seriously, though. Low self-esteem doesn’t appear in a vacuum. You need to find out who created it in you and is now still fostering it. Then, you need to undermine the influence of those people on your life dramatically.

I’m going home, people. My trip is now over. You can expect the following on this blot after my return :

1. Reviews of books I have read on the trip.
2. Photos.
3. A belated link encyclopedia.
4. Discussions of controversial topics.

Stay tuned!