Home for the Holidays

I just got back from my trip to IL for Thanksgiving. Too many wonderful things to recount in just one post. In light of that fact, I will simply start with my actual travels back to Carson City. For starters, I am/was severely sleep deprived. A very dear friend that I haven't seen in years came over late Saturday night and stayed until almost 4am. Since I had to leave for the airport at 4:30am, I never actually went to bed. Even though I would not trade this time I had with him, I still do not recommend not sleeping the night before you travel. Unpleasant doesn't even begin to describe the experience. But, I am getting ahead of myself.

My Dad and I arrive at the airport at 4:50 am. Plenty of time to check in and make my 6:15 flight. However, when I checked in at the ticket counter they were searching for volunteers to switch flights because they were having a "weight-overage problem" with the little plane I was supposed to take to Minneapolis. I didn't care how I got home to Reno, so I volunteered to change flights. This took a very long time for them to arrange. Then I got sent to another ticket counter because I was now flying American, not Northwest. Then the guy at the American counter was very rude to me. Next, I was singled out to have both of my checked bags individually searched. For some reason, I had to stand there and watch them do it and wasn't allowed through security until they had finished. This was a problem because my new flight left at 5:55. They began searching my bags at 5:30. I was starting to get a little panicked. Unfortunately, when I get panicked I get very crabby (and let's also keep in mind that I hadn't slept at all that night. So I was also very very tired.) So my poor Dad ended up being at the receiving end of my tirade...which is too bad because he was only trying to help me.

So they finally decide that I am not carrying a bomb in my suitcase and I am allowed to leave and go through security. I say goodbye to Dad and hand my boarding pass and Driver's License to the person checking ID's. She takes both and says "follow me." Immediately I know this can't be something good. Lucky for me I had been selected to be hand searched. At this time I really just want to burst into tears (that happens when I am really tired and stressed).

The story does end happily. I made my flight and my connection in Chicago and am now sitting in my bedroom debating whether a nap would be a wise decision or not. I'm still not sure.

Good to be home.