Monday Elizabeth and I traveled back to the land of my birth. I usually fly alone and while I don't mind, having a travel companion is useful for the following reasons:
* someone to talk to and share snacks with (obviously)
* someone to leave your luggage with when you need the restroom. I hate trying to handle all my bags in those situations. (Quick restroom story. I saw a man, VERY CLEARLY A MAN, walk slowly into the ladies room in the Charlotte airport. I feel bad for all involved when he realized his mistake.)
The trip was uneventful in every way. I didn't want the plane to crash but I enjoy a little excitement. The man sitting next to us on the first flight slept almost the whole time. When the flight attendant asked if he wanted a drink there was an obvious language barrier between them. I almost offered my sign language skilz but I didn't think they'd be helpful in this situation. The woman next to us on the second flight started talking about how she doesn't want to do a toxin cleanse that involves tubes in her colon. Obviously that's a normal topic to discuss with strangers.
The rest of the country might be tired of snow, but I'm not. I've seen all of one inch this year. I can almost count the number of snowflakes in my backyard. It's pathetic, really. I was so excited to see snow when we landed and then watch it snow all day. The people of Tennessee would die a thousand deaths if they saw 12" of snow in their backyard but I think it was the greatest thing.