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.