I was delayed in my flight plan for an entire day. A day I spent almost all of in airports, occasionally crying when they told me I couldn't get home any time soon, that I might have to spend a few more days in the airport with people who didn't fucking care. But finally a dude from American Airlines somehow got me onto a flight, which was only a few hours delayed, which only left ten hours after my third flight was supposed to leave, and I FINALLY got home.
And I'm home, with my dad, using my sister's computer while she's at her friends' house.
I know this is lame and makes me sound like a child, but I miss having someone take care of me. This is SO nice. My dad gets up early to start the fire, nags me to put something on my feet, and today made me tea and an omelette ( A LOVELY CALIFORNIA OMELETTE WITH CHEESE AND AVOCADOS AND I'M NOT SURE WHAT ELSE) with sourdough bread, and we're going to chop down our tree this morning.
Oh, and we went thrift-store hunting yesterday, and I bought "The Thief Lord" for fifty cents. Which was really good! I gave it a shot because I liked the Ink series (the first two--am planning on getting the third for Christmas), and again, it was fifty cents. It REALLY reminded me of Jamie and Claire (not from the Outlander books--only
singingchipmunk will get this reference).
Ah, well. I'm going to go eat my omelette.
I LOVE YOU ALL. I haven't quite gotten around to missing people yet, I've been so relieved to be home, but rest assured, I will soon. As soon as my dad stops pampering me.