~:[CH5 - Day 46]: ~ Escaping the Storm

~:[CH5 - Day 46]: ~ Escaping the Storm

It felt like a movie. We rushed in the morning to get out of the hotel, as our driver messaged us that she was coming early so we can try to avoid the storms coming in. Of course, it would be the morning that my room that was always early, woke up late. We got half of our group ready and out the door and waiting on the second. The weather was mild as compared to the evening, but it would stay that way. The Seattle flight that was suppose to leave before 6am was still at the gate when our flight was suppose to board. Our plane was waiting to come to the gate. Twenty minutes turned to thirty, which turned to an hour and more. It was crazy. We were trying to escape the storm and it did not look good. To top things off, my stomach started to rage and just left me exhausted. Finally, we saw the Seattle flight leave the gate and just as the worker was announcing at the plane was not coming because the runway was being cleared, our plane came out of the white background and emerged like a hero from a movie. It was dramatic to say the least. We actually were going to board. Of course, this has happened to me before. Let's board the plane and then be told to deplane because you can no longer fly out. We sat at the gate for awhile and finally when I saw the deicing liquid hit the wing, I smiled. Home, here we come! We headed back 3.5 hour after our scheduled departure. The flight home was fairly smooth, as I had the only open seat on the plane next to me (I normally get this kind of luck - just bad luck with weather). In any case, we landed and I made it home. I was going to TapEx at 8:30pm, so I figured, I'd lay down for awhile. I set my alarm and the next thing I knew, I was responding to a text at 9:30pm. I missed my meetup with Allen. I was pretty devastated, as he was leaving the next morning. With only a few percent of battery left, I laid back down and dozed off, but the sleep would not be comfortable, as I hate missing plans! In any case, I made it home and got away from the storm and as I stared out onto the runway, the hopelessness of not knowing if I'd make it home melted away as the warm SoCal rays soon radiated upon my face. Home is where the heat is.