Going Home

Home is where the heart is. Somehow, the heart always has room for more. One home for where we lay our heads at night. a second home representing where we were born and raised. One heart. Two homes. Ohio and Texas.

Four weeks after moving to Houston, Texas we planned a trip. A vacation of sorts to Cleveland, Ohio. The plane ride immediately made me anxious when David booked it online. I felt the anticipation grow as the day drew closer mainly because on our last plane ride Kathryn was a typical toddler displaying the terrible twos. This trip would be the first of many trips to come.
On Sunday, Kathryn and I left one home to visit another. Since relocating to Houston, this was our first trip to Cleveland, Ohio as Texas residents. We headed home to visit family and friends. We left the Houston airport about 1 o'clock, two hours behind schedule due to thunderstorms that stopped all flights from in and out of Atlanta, where our layover was. Two hours. More than enough time to call David and ask him to bring the car seat to the airport that we both forgot about as we headed for check-in. I really didn't mind the delay at all. I'd rather be safe; after all, it's not like being on the road. They can't pull the plane over 'til the rains pass. We will wait as long as we have to. Just get the plane there in one piece. The flights went fairly smooth, especially our first leg on the way to Atlanta. She ate. She played. She slept. On the second leg of our flight my mind started racing...one down...one to go...sigh...we're almost done...just hang in there another hour...please...just one more hour…just 55 minutes left…45 left…35 left…just 30 minutes… I think the cabin pressure must have gotten to her and...the damn broke!

She started vomiting. I quietly asked the person next to me if she could find a vomit bag. Turns out, I didn't need to be quiet, the smell gave us away. I apologized to everyone for the smell. Kathryn and I were both wearing it. My It was on my pants and my shirt. She was so bad; I stripped her down to her diaper. Thankfully, the woman that located a vomit bag for me and assisted me by holding it open was a nurse. Thank goodness. With out her telling me, I knew that she also knew what it was like to wear bodily fluids on her clothes. It's all part of being a nurse; it comes with the territory. Her and I laughed, both agreeing that it could have been worse. We have seen sooo much worse. Everyone with in a 10 foot radius was at risk of being hit. Yes, it could have been much, much worse. Finally, we touched down about 7:45. Two hours late, but safe.

Thanks so much for visiting and remember to ALWAYS enjoy your own life's wild ride!