Home Again, Home Again, Jiggedy Jog

"No one realizes how beautiful it is to travel
until he comes home and rests his head
on his old, familiar pillow."
Lin Yutang


We arrived at the Tulsa Airport this morning around 10:30 and set foot back at home around 9:30pm. One uneventful but very long day. An angel disguised as a Continental Airlines ticketing agent managed to get us on an earlier flight out of Tulsa which cut the wait in the airport by about 2 hours.

Sweetie called the planes we flew on puddle jumpers. I call them sardine cans. Flying today is all about getting from point A to point B with few frills. But we made it home safely and that's really all that counts, which is easy to say now that I've stretched my legs and gotten most of the kinks out.

I know I promised tales of our adventure and I will try to recap the week in the next few days. I've seen and learned many new things. I stretched some muscles I didn't even remember having. Some of my beliefs have been challenged. We met some wonderful people and breathed in lots of fresh air. I'm glad to have made the trip and glad to have come home.

Tonight I'm grateful for safe travels.
Merry ME

Comments

Fire Byrd said…
Glad you're back safe. Read down and yep agree you were lucky with your assignments.
October 16, 2011 at 6:04 AM
Anonymous said…
welcome home!
looking forward to reading about all the adventures!
October 16, 2011 at 10:22 AM
AkasaWolfSong said…
Welcome Home Beloved One! I've loved sitting here reading of your adventures and can't wait for the rest of your story...

Radiant Blessings! :)
October 17, 2011 at 4:06 PM
Pamela Jones said…
Welcome home, Mary! Can't wait to hear what filled the 3-day gap!
October 17, 2011 at 4:14 PM
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