When I Think of Home

...I think of a place where there's love overflowing...

 

 

I wish I was home I wish I was back there with the things I've been knowing...

 

 

 

 

SO I'M HOME LOL

 

 

After going to a party then not sleeping Friday night, I went to the airport and got on flight 45 back to JFK from Charles de Gaulle. They ought to rename that flight 'The Student Flight' during December cuz it was 90% students. At one point the gate agent started calling out French last names to report to the desk; I am convinced they put all the French people in one section of the plane and sequestered them away from the students. FINALLY 8 hours later I landed in JFK and walked five billion miles to get to border control, then waited hours to get my checked bag, go through customs, re-check my bag, go through JFK security, then RUN to my gate...cuz I had 50 minutes between flights from NYC to RDU. But it was OKAY cuz Father Bruce came and saw me at the gate and walked me to the airplane and ahhhhhh I missed him so much. He told me he was gonna come see me at the gate...it got down to five minutes before the doors closed and he still wasn't there. Then, I saw what looked like a very tan Ben Stiller wearing a pilot's uniform and a long black coat running towards the gate. IT WAS DAD. Naturally I started running, too, and then we were hugging and I never ever wanted to do anything but be with my family for the rest of my life. 'Don't ever let me leave the country like that again!'

 

Just over an hour later I touched down in NC. Got off the plane. Started crying. Stupid smile of joy plastered on my face. Walked down the terminal to the exit to tunnel leading to the entrance of the airport. Suddenly I saw a little blonde head attached to an adorable body; she was holding a sign that said 'WELCOME BACK TO THE USA, RYAN TRIMBLE.' I started running, not worrying about if things were gonna fall out of my three open carry-ons. Then WE were hugging and crying and I said, 'Don't ever let me leave the country like that again!'

 

I'm home now. I never again wanna leave the USA for a long-term trip. Hanging in Raleigh for a while before I go to GEORGIA to see my grandparents (don't tell them, it's a surprise! Seriously. Don't do it.) then to WILMINGTON to see the rest of my family. 

 

France was neat, but really, let's be honest: a country that doesn't have Chicken-Fil-A can't keep my interest for an extended period of time.