and I nearly forgot my broken heart / it's taking me miles away
LISTENING TO: Chris Cornell - Nearly Forgot My Broken Heart
Do you ever get the feeling that you don't realize how much you miss sleeping until you actually go to sleep? The truth is, I really do prefer flying overnight if I can, but as I sit here in my mom's living room in Pennsylvania, the last thing I want to do is drive home on about 4 hours of sleep - which is why after I post this and take a shower, I'm taking a nap.
With that said, my last hours on the west coast were fun. I finally got my first (and only!) local craft beer at the airport waiting for my flight, which was a nice way to cap off the first of my planes home. Everyone I know in California seems to really hate the Fresno airport, but maybe since it's literally my first memory of California I really think it's kind of cute (although that could always be the craft beer on my way home and the coffee on my way in tinting my memory, but I digress).
I always appreciate taking different routes between flying to and from a place - it always seems to put me in a better mood, as well as allow me to see more places as I travel. This is why it was so cool to be able to land in Phoenix (even as late as it was) for my connecting flight back to Philly. One, it's a gorgeous airport (albeit waaaaay more busy at 11pm on a Saturday night than I was expecting), and two, even with a short delay, it was a pretty smooth flight home. Trying to find my Uber once in Philly? Not as much fun, but I eventually made it out alive.
This week was one I'm going to remember for a long time, and I hope it's not the last time I'll be west coast bound in the next ten years. It's already taken too long for me to get my travel bug back together - I don't want to keep delaying plans again.
Do you ever get the feeling that you don't realize how much you miss sleeping until you actually go to sleep? The truth is, I really do prefer flying overnight if I can, but as I sit here in my mom's living room in Pennsylvania, the last thing I want to do is drive home on about 4 hours of sleep - which is why after I post this and take a shower, I'm taking a nap.
With that said, my last hours on the west coast were fun. I finally got my first (and only!) local craft beer at the airport waiting for my flight, which was a nice way to cap off the first of my planes home. Everyone I know in California seems to really hate the Fresno airport, but maybe since it's literally my first memory of California I really think it's kind of cute (although that could always be the craft beer on my way home and the coffee on my way in tinting my memory, but I digress).
I always appreciate taking different routes between flying to and from a place - it always seems to put me in a better mood, as well as allow me to see more places as I travel. This is why it was so cool to be able to land in Phoenix (even as late as it was) for my connecting flight back to Philly. One, it's a gorgeous airport (albeit waaaaay more busy at 11pm on a Saturday night than I was expecting), and two, even with a short delay, it was a pretty smooth flight home. Trying to find my Uber once in Philly? Not as much fun, but I eventually made it out alive.
This week was one I'm going to remember for a long time, and I hope it's not the last time I'll be west coast bound in the next ten years. It's already taken too long for me to get my travel bug back together - I don't want to keep delaying plans again.
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