Home Sweet Home
Jan. 9th, 2005 08:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tanithryudoWell, I'm *finally* home.
Actually, I arrived at the SF Airport at about 5 p.m., courtesy of that 3 hour delay at LA.
Then it took me an hour to meet up with my dad, who was supposed to be picking me up. It seems that he'd wandered off to the international arrivals terminals. Since my last flight was a domestic one, naturally, he couldn't find me there. So while I was wandering around the domestic arrivals terminals, I made a few unanswered calls to my home phone, and a call to![[insanejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/ij-userinfo.gif)
cashew, just because I was bored and slightly worried. I fear to look at my credit card statement online to see how much those calls cost me... *shudder*
So, after Dad and I finally met up, we then spent *yet another* hour wandering around the airport trying to find his car. He had parked in the international terminal parking lot, which naturally *had* to be far away from the domestic terminals/parking lot. Add to that the fact that I had all my luggage on a push-cart, which meant we that we had to hunt around for elevators since we couldn't use escalators. Well, it took a while.
But I'm home now. Finally. After all the headaches and delays and pressurized cabins... I'm finally home.
And now I'm gonna go vaguely unpack and then collapse on my bed.
Actually, I arrived at the SF Airport at about 5 p.m., courtesy of that 3 hour delay at LA.
Then it took me an hour to meet up with my dad, who was supposed to be picking me up. It seems that he'd wandered off to the international arrivals terminals. Since my last flight was a domestic one, naturally, he couldn't find me there. So while I was wandering around the domestic arrivals terminals, I made a few unanswered calls to my home phone, and a call to
cashew, just because I was bored and slightly worried. I fear to look at my credit card statement online to see how much those calls cost me... *shudder*So, after Dad and I finally met up, we then spent *yet another* hour wandering around the airport trying to find his car. He had parked in the international terminal parking lot, which naturally *had* to be far away from the domestic terminals/parking lot. Add to that the fact that I had all my luggage on a push-cart, which meant we that we had to hunt around for elevators since we couldn't use escalators. Well, it took a while.
But I'm home now. Finally. After all the headaches and delays and pressurized cabins... I'm finally home.
And now I'm gonna go vaguely unpack and then collapse on my bed.
