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Take me home, country roads

I have never been so glad to be home in my life.  I arrived at the airport in Philadelphia just after 4 am.  I flew to Charlotte (yes, I still don't understand this) just to find out less than an hour before my flight home was supposed to board that it had been cancelled.  The last flight to Huntington was booked and was very late in the day. I could have been a "standby" passenger but wasn't guaranteed a seat and wouldn't be able to see Barbie, Jr.  So I ended up getting a flight into Charleston, WV and renting a car home.

THAT flight was delayed twice due to visibility in Charleston.  Then we get on the plane and the Captain apologizes for the delay stating not only was visibility bad, but the airport had just recently made renovations and some light that would assist in landing still was not working.  Oh and did he mention there were issues with the right engine and it had to be manually started?  That's when the prayers started!

I managed to nap, since I hadn't slept but 4 hours in the past couple nights. Landed safely in Charleston, resisted the urge to scream THANK YOU LORD at the top of my lungs.  $135 later, I was in a car headed home.

I pulled into my parents driveway, got out of the car and Barbie, Jr. flew out the door and threw her arms around me and we stood like that for what seemed like forever.  I was finally right where I belonged.

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