Sitting in the Abu Dhabi airport, I can’t believe that it was only three short weeks ago that I sat in this same spot after just finishing the first leg of my journey to the States. However, now the opposite is true, I am 2/3 of the way home to Indonesia. However, today I was not able to tap into the airport’s wifi so I am updating my blog on Word and will transfer it later.
It’s hard to believe that the holiday is over. It was everything I hoped for and more. So many things happened that the time home seemed like three months, not three weeks. To do a quick recap – jetlag (times ten – I should have slapped myself silly thinking that I would not suffer from jetlag), Christmas eve and Christmas Day celebrations, a funeral for my former teacher, a wedding for my high school bestie, countless shopping trips with my mom and sister (target should pay me to be a professional shopper at their store), many meals out to catch up with friends and family, and an early birthday celebration for yours truly. How did that fit into a three week span? Well I’m still questioning that, but it did.
The most difficult part of the trip happened this afternoon when I had to say goodbye to my family. I know that Indonesia is where I’m supposed to be, but saying goodbye is always the hardest thing for me. I tend to drag it out and get depressed about leaving about a day before it actually happens. No matter how hard I try to be brave – I fail epically. Every time.
My mom and sister brought me over to my grandparents’ house. With it being a chaotic time in the middle of the afternoon, my grandparents offered to bring me all the way to O’Hare. They’re pretty cool like that. Just as I was about to load up in their van, I was all sobs clinging to my mom. Cue a surprise goodbye from my dad who got off work just in time to say goodbye one last time until next Christmas (even though he woke me up in the early hours of the morning to do that very same thing). After saying goodbye to everyone one last time, I jumped in the van and we soared down the highway to O’Hare.
After saying my last goodbyes to my grandparents, I checked into the airport. Now twenty some hours later, I’m back where I started this blog entry – the Abu Dhabi airport. I feel refreshed; although I’m sure my greasy hair and body odor tell a different story to those around me. That’s probably because I slept my entire flight (no joke – Tylenol PM works some serious magic)!
I underestimated my layover – I still have four hours until I board. I guess that gives me plenty of time to explore the airport. I already found a sweet baguette place and ate a turkey sandwich. Onto my next adventure – tapping into the wifi system so I can post this. However, I’m not banking on anything. It might just be that I’ll have to wait until I get home (at which I’ll probably have to head to the bank to pay my monthly internet fee to get service since it was shut off during Christmas holiday).
Whether I post this now or later, I hope you all have a good morning or night. I’m so turned around about time (trying to figure out Jakarta and Chicago time here is overloading my brain). Thank you for a great holiday at home. It was good to see all of you – and to those of you I missed seeing – I’ll make a mental note to catch you next Christmas. Love to all of you!
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