The car ride was pretty quiet, and that’s mostly my fault. I was replaying everything that had happen on the trip, and my experiences going there. Small talk was tried to make it’s way along the ride, but I had too much on my mind. I got to the airport in New Hampshire and said my tearful good bye and went to the curbside where I learned my flight to phoenix was delayed and I might miss my connecting flight to Reno. So I did what I normally did at the airports, look at the souviniers, bought a shot glass (.99 cents!) and a snakc, then I took the chance to try to make my connecting flight on time. Besides the flight coming home from Canada where I had no sleep for 24hrs, this flight to Phoenix ranks second on worst/longest flight I’ve been on. I only had 5 minutes to catch my connection flight, but was lucky that the gate was next door. Unfornately it wasn’t a direct flight back home, but to Las Vegas. I finally got home to a family giving me hugs that I later find out are sick. So here I am now waiting. We’ll see if it’s worth the wait or not
