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It's 3:07am EST. I still haven't arrived in Houston. We've officially been on American soil for twelve hours, first held up getting out bags because of a storm, then our flight was held up because of the storm. Then because it was held up we didn't have a crew, so we waited for a crew, then the flight was canceled so we went to have our tickets changed to Continental, then we were told our original flight wasn't canceled after all and that it was leaving at 2am, and then we were told it was, in fact, canceled and to call this number to get a flight, so we called the number to get a flight (the same Continental flight we were supposed to be on previously) and now as we're trying to confirm we find that we don't, in fact, have seats on this flight.
You with me?
So we're still in Philly.
Going on 12 hours.
We've been awake since 7am London time yesterday...so...26 hours (with the breif naps we were able to take either on the plane or at the gate).
And I just want to go home. And there's apparently no way for that to happen.
And I don't understand that.
Even when I get back to Houston, I don't know where my bags...clothes, toiletries, deoderant, shampoo...will be.
I want my bed. I want my dog. I want my cat. I want my car. I want my home.
Is that too much to ask?
You with me?
So we're still in Philly.
Going on 12 hours.
We've been awake since 7am London time yesterday...so...26 hours (with the breif naps we were able to take either on the plane or at the gate).
And I just want to go home. And there's apparently no way for that to happen.
And I don't understand that.
Even when I get back to Houston, I don't know where my bags...clothes, toiletries, deoderant, shampoo...will be.
I want my bed. I want my dog. I want my cat. I want my car. I want my home.
Is that too much to ask?