Home

In Philadelphia, finally. My big, navy blue duffel bag got lost somewhere in transit, but I've been assured it will be delivered to my mother's doorstep before tomorrow afternoon.

In the baggage claim department line, there was a short man with a dark mustache and a bald head in front of me, and a tall man with crisp good looks behind me. The short man was flirting with the woman behind the counter. The tall man was fuming impatiently, spouting his disapproval in a thick German accent.
When he finally got to the desk, the woman ignored him and called the man standing in the next line over to her counter.

It was the worst customer service I've seen since the last time I was in the airport. Takes a little readjusting coming from the most service-oriented place I've ever known.

Anyway, it'd been eight months since I'd seen mom, dad, and brother Zach. We had a nice homecoming tonight. By the way, home is now my childhood bed with a fluffy white comforter on top. Everything seems a little different...