Home Sweet Home (Almost)

So I just got back to Cypress. The first thing my family did was take me out for Mexican food and margaritas. I think my stomach had a total culture shock. Not a good. I think all my family has been doing all weekend is feeding me. So my trip home was not too eventful. Definitely after I got off the plane from Berlin to London and hoped on my first train was I regreting not going to sleep at all that night. I was in dire need of a place to pass out. I then caught a subway and then my second train. My train ride took forever because a truck had run into the tracks and messed sum rails up. When we finally arrived at Gatwick airport it was a mad house because Heathrow airport was closed. When I finally boarded my plane, I hear that they are having to escort a man off the plane and remove his luggage from underneath. Then everyone is asked to get their overhead luggage and hold it in their lap so that security can come through and check all of the bins in case a package had been left. An announcement is then made that they are only trying to make us feel safe and I am thinking "safe? right just get me off this plane." The rest of the flight went pretty smoothly except for the screaming baby. Which we all know I was thrilled about. Since I have been home I have been doing all the important things like getting my nails and hair done. I am so jet lagged and board though. I am still living out of a bag at my parents house and can't wait to move to BCS to really feel at home. I am getting up at 5am tomorrow morning to babysit for my neighbor's kids, God help me. But tonight Kristen and I are cracking open a bottle of wine and laughing over funny stories each of us have missed while being away from each other. Chao!