I finally walked into my apartment this morning around 2. There were storms that made both legs of my flight extremely turbulent at times, which means that I did not sleep one second. When it was at its worst, I was clutching the armrest with my left hand so tightly that it cramped, holding my Star of David necklace with my right hand, and alternatively praying to God to make it stop and crying for my mom and just desperately wanting to be home with my freshly bathed dog and boyfriend and friends. Also, I’ve never seen lightning from a plane window and I absolutely never, ever want to see that again or if I do, I want to be sitting next to someone I know and can hold onto.
But, I’m home now and at least a few months away from my next trip, so there’s that.