It's good to be home.
It took me around 24 hours to get home this time. And what an adventure it was...
I was scheduled to leave Detroit on 12/18 at 9 AM. Betsy picked me up early and sent me off to the airport. I got through security quickly, and bought a book, a few magazines, and a cup of coffee at the airport. I read for about an hour and went to board my flight. 9 AM came around. We didn't board. 10:15... hmm, I am almost about to miss my connecting flight in Chicago... at this point, no one told us what was going on. Then,
"Sorry all passengers, the plane is experiencing mechanical difficulties that we cannot fix at this point. This flight is now cancelled."
What?! So now there was a scramble to rebook all flights at the counter, and only one American Airlines lady there to help .She passed out phone numbers for customer service, and I spent another hour trying to rebook my ticket. They finally found me a ticket, but I had to stay overnight in Tokyo, and I had to leave a day late.
At this point, I was doing pretty good managing the stressful situation. But as I heard that that was all they could do, I almost lost it. After confirming everything with the ticketing lady, I walked out of the airport and lost it. Luckily, I called Irene and she was able to come pick me up. I just felt so disappointed and just stressed - I was so tired too, so that probably added to the mixed emotions. Happy that I wasn't on a flight that was broken... but sad that I would miss two days with my family.
The next day, Irene sent me off to the airport. It had snowed during the night, and it was so early that the streets of Ann Arbor were not yet plowed... luckily, we got to the airport with time to spare. Went through security again, and waited at my gate. Our plane took off on time, but when we got to Chicago, we had to wait 40 minutes because the flights were backed up and a bunch of planes had not left the gate yet (they had to de-ice all the planes - by this time, it was snowing heavily outside). Many of the people on my flight missed their connecting flights... by God's grace, I made it out with time to spare.
The real miracle was when I got to Japan, there was a lady waiting for me as I got off the plane. She told me that that morning, they had booked me a flight to Taipei that night. She asked me if that was okay, and I had a huge smile on my face as I told her, "Of course!"
She had no idea how relieved I was.
I found a phone that took credit card, and excitedly called my parents. 4 hours later, I was home.
It was a long journey... but it's so good to be back again. :)
Nothing quite beats coming home.