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No one needs to freak out like Samantha did when I told her I had a nose bleed. She start sobbing because she didn’t want me to die and wouldn’t believe I would be okay. Now, my sheets on the other hand haven’t done so well. I suppose it’s not big loss because they kept shrinking every time I put them in the wash anyway, so a new set would be nice after all.

I also made it home alive, if not a little delayed. I’m not sure who it was who decided that a major airport should be built in Chicago but I think this person was a moron. The weather is never, ever good for flights. I worried about the weather in Wausau being bad for my flight with what should be worse weather but all my delays were due to Chicago’s weather. At least I experienced a nice rainbow while waiting for my last plane – I sent the picture to Twitpic but, apparently, it didn’t work. Boo.

I definitely feel like a bad mommy. I could tell my kitties were very upset that I had been gone so long so I do not plan to do that to them again, despite the fact that Samantha wants me to come home in May, for my birthday. I’m not sure if ‘home’ is the right word. For the past couple years, I’ve felt like home was wherever Ryan is so I definitely feel displaced for the time being. Anyway, the kitties are better. I cannot believe how big Goliath has grown; Phantom almost seems small! As bad as I feel, they have developed some bad habits while I was gone so I shall need to retrain them.

Speaking of Samantha, she was exhausting as always. Didn’t like me to leave or have friends come over. We played a ton of Maplestory and she spent pretty much her entire Spring break with me. It was fun and frustrating at the same time. And loud. Always loud.

So it’s pretty quiet around here. I think we’re car shopping and I found a Maxima for a really good price on Craigslist. The seller has since dropped the price and it would be a steal but I think we’re going to get a Carfax report first, just to be safe because it almost sounds “too good to be true.”

Now that I’m home, I can get back to watching Netflix on the Xbox (it was here when I returned! Yay!) as well as writing reviews and finally finishing up the rest of the content on Her Realm. I know you’ve been waiting super patiently. I, on the other hand, have not so I think I shall begin on that right away.

Back home. I awoke yesterday long before the sun would be up after too few hours of sleep. Not to mention late. I had enough time to hop in the shower, pack up the rest of my things and we were off to the airport. Samantha’s coat and snow pants were pulled over her fuzzy Spongebob pajamas and during the course of the ride, she dozed a bit and held onto my arm the whole time.

It was only 9 days and it went amazingly fast. On the other hand, most of those days Samantha did not have school and she was plastered to my side. I felt suffocated by the time I left. Still, seeing the tears on her pudgy little face in the airport made me cry as well.

On the other hand, I had an adorable little kitty to go home to and he’d been on his own – for the most part – a couple of days since Ryan left. I missed my kitty terribly yet part of me wondered why I should go home when no one would be there.

I felt more at home with the colder weather and it snowed a bit the last few days. It definitely felt more like winter weather and it didn’t seem so strange to hear Christmas music. Nevertheless, it was cold and I knew the weather in San Antonio would be much more enjoyable.

I enjoyed seeing almost all of my family and friends, some of whom I had not seen for years. We hung out and went out and I got to know a few new people as well. However, my time there was so packed with acitivities that I felt really tense by the time I needed to leave.

I was exhausted and slept a bit on the plane back. Both physically and emotionally, I was ready to return home. But after I entered the door, it wasn’t long before I was heading back out to check the mail, open packages and return to unpack my bags. I checked e-mail and completed tasks that had been put on the back burner for over a week. All in all, I didn’t head to sleep until after midnight – over 7 hours after I had headed home.

And I suppose the best way to sum up my return home is that I was conflicted. It was bittersweet, after all.

Airports are like different universes. It’s as though someone grabbed a part of some parallel universe which is similar but not-quite-the-same and dropped it into the middle of our universe. Voila! An airport! Although airports are always under construction, it seems, I don’t believe they were ever constructed in the first place.

Time seems to be simultaneously faster and slower. It takes so long when waiting to board yet, 2 short hours later you’re someplace else. There’s a physical disconnect with the place you were before. this always feels so strange to me.

In airport and on airplanes we cater to the every whim of a person just because he or she wears a uniform. In the rest of this world, the uniform means nothing and is nothing more than a sign of an insignificant job.

You could live and work in an airport, if you never got caught. You could avoid people easily enough. Airports have every amenity to take care of you. Except there’s one small catch: airports experience a special sort of inflation. I always found prices in airports to be ridiculous, especially when you could drive 5 blocks and buy the same thing for a fraction of the price. But when you can limit what enters your institution, you control the prices.

I do not necessarily looking forward to stepping into one of these randomly placed glimpses into another universe in just two short days but I suppose I will live as long as I don’t have to stay there.