28. home sweet home.
--29 hours later--
After a long journey flight, three stops and feeling jet legged. While also smelling like a dead dog in a fish market, I was glad to finally step foot off our last aircraft. Being able to feel the breeze blow through each strand of my hair, as the moonlight drifted our skins. I guess being excited to be home was probably the fact that I was still pretty much high from all the pain killers I took during our twenty nine hour flight. Though whatever it was, I am happy to be home.
I returned to the same streets , roads and homes. It felt strange being back, even though I had only been gone for a few days. It was a few day's to long. I actually missed home but I never knew I would miss it this much. I even had my mother drive us home slower than usual,
