Home...

So, the time has finally come for me to go home. I am kind of scared of what it's going to take for me to get past security without an ID but whatever. I'm excited to go back home to my mama and grandma and my kitty<3. It's crazy. With the time difference, it seems like I'll be flying for like 12 hours straight, but I won't. In all actuality, my flights combined are only about 6 or 7 hours. First flight is about 4. Then I have a 3 hour layover. Yes, a THREE hour layover. Where I will probably eat. Sit around staring at everyone. Walk around a bit. Sit around staring at everyone some more. Listen to music. Stare. Music. Stare. Music...Stare! And walk around again some more. I mean, I've had hour layovers and 2 hour layovers, but never 3 hour layovers. I can't imagine what I'm going to be doing for 3 hours. If I knew anyone in Chicago, I could probably leave the airport and do something but oh well. I'll manage. I'm pretty sure I'll get to Philadelphia around 1:30 AM. That's what it says on my ticket but it's not always accurate. So, when I finally get home, I won't be doing much. My insomnia will possibly keep me up for hours and hours after arriving home. But I guess it all depends on if and how much sleep I get on the plane. Sometimes I can't fall asleep for the light of me. And sometimes, I pass out, but only for short periods of time. On a 4 hour flight, a nice nap could serve me well. Maybe eat something. Take a couple hour nap. Then I won't have much time left after I wake up and it won't be so bad. My next flight from Chicago to Philly is only an hour and 45 minutes long, which to me, is kind of a breeze. It's the shortest flight I've ever had. It always amazes me how to whole time difference thing affects flying. I'm leaving at 1:30 only to arrive 12 hours later, in a matter of 6-7 hours of flying. It seems like magic. So, anyway. Surprise Surprise. Thursday night I fell asleep around 9 and slept until around 12. Then stayed up until around 7 and slept until around 11. I got up to take the puppy out because for some reason, he was crying. I brought him to my room afterwards and fell asleep again until around 2. Then I finally got up and did laundry and packed a bit more. Cleaned my room and got all of my stuff out of it. Watched some TV and laid around for the rest of the day. Also starved! And then I ate a little and surprisingly felt sleepy at around 9 again so I went to sleep. I woke up at 1 something, I can't remember exactly. But I've been up ever since and am kind of feeling like taking another nap. But I want to be super tired on the plane so I don't know. I've got about 5-6 hours left until I leave the house and I still have to get my luggage in complete order and do my hair to make it look presentable without a hat because they make you take it off at security. So, besides that, I don't really have anything to do. I could take a short nap but then I'd be scared I wouldn't wake up. Blah. I don't know. Maybe I will just rest my eyes and listen to music. Next time you'll see me, I'll be on the east coast. Home. Tata guys. Tralala