I am home.
Don’t get me wrong, it was a good trip, and I was MORE than glad to get away from the snow they received here in Calgary. But the days were long. On my trip to Montreal I went to six places; the track at Mirabel, my hotel, Tim Horton’s, Boston Pizza and East Side Mario’s. That is it. If I wasn’t working, I was grabbing a meal and heading back to the hotel.
Most of all, I missed my family. A lot, more than I thought I would. I missed running over my day in bed with my husband at the end of the night, and I missed asking my kids about their days.
And then I got sick. It happens almost every time I fly, I end up with a horrible head cold. The last day I was there was the worst. We started work each day at about 6:30 am. Yesterday was race day and super busy, and ended up working through lunch. We finished at 6:00 and bolted for the airport, which was 45 minutes away. Our flight was supposed to leave at 7:50, and we got to the airport at 7:00. At which point I found out I was on standby. I could have sat down and cried. All I wanted was to get home, I was tired, hungry, and sick. Standby was almost the end of me. When I got to the gate, I held my breath and asked if there was a seat for me, and there was! But I had no time to grab a bite to eat and would have to wait until I got home.
But that is when the fanfare played and lights shone down from above on my boarding pass. Seat 2 C. First Class. I got a three course meal and wine. Clearly I pleased the universe in someway as good karma flowed my way.
But better than first class was falling into my husband’s arms, and saying good night to my sleeping children.