“If anyone loves me, he will obey my teaching. My Father will love him, and we will come to him and make our home with him.”
I read somewhere that once you leave you can never return home again. Nevertheless Ian and I got up at 2:30 AM EST – bear in mind that this is 11:30 PM PST – and at 2:50 the Worcester Limo arrived to take us to the airport. As it turns out it took about 30 seconds to check in with only our carry-ons; at that point we found out that the TSA checkpoint we had to go through did not open at 4:00 AM. So we ate some food (funny how you can be hungry at those weird time) and waited, and at 4:30 were checked. And so we got on the plane, flew away at 6:00 – flap, flap, flap – and landed in Chicago two hours later. Only it was 7:00 there, because of the time change, and our connecting flight to Seattle left at 9:30. So we ate more (Cinnabon and a smoothie) and remarked that Rachel was in Chicago too, and how weird was that? And so then when that plane was ready we left and flew – flap, flap, flap, flap, flap, flap (it was twice as long as the other flight) – and then landed in Seattle thoroughly tired, both of travelling and in general. Because by that time it was 11:30 AM Seattle time and we had been up for 12 hours already, and we felt dirty and hungry because they only offered snacks for $3 a pack. American Airline jerks! Alaska Air always feeds us yummy (fairly) food. But it was especially fun flying in during the daylight because we flew right over my house, Ian’s house, our old high school, Lake Sammamish, and Lake Washington. It was like getting our own private arial tour as if to say “Yes, you are indeed home now, and to prove it here are all those landmarks you recognize.” So now I have whacked the dog, who was excited, and am going to drive for the first time in seven weeks to pick up my mother from work.
So even though everything is different, it still remains home in some sense. The people, if not the place, remain.
– KF –
2 thoughts on “The Long Road Home”
I fly out to San Francisco tomorrow. I’m glad you didn’t have any flight problems (I tend to have bad luck when flying, especially through Chicago O’Hare airport). But now that Mark is in San Francisco instead of Portland, there are direct flights, which means if the plane is delayed I don’t have to worry about missing my connecting flight, which has happened a few times to me.
Have fun! 🙂
Well, Katie, I’d say it was good planning on your part not to STAY in Chicago, because Chicago was mighty cold! I love my mom, but I’m happy to be back home again, out west!