Uneventful trip home. Finals finished up for me on Thursday, everyone else on Friday, so we went to the Colonnade on Friday night for dinner. Then I did some last minute packing, and showered--and hit my elbow on the soap dish harder than I ever have before. All Friday night while I was trying to sleep I'd wake up and go to turn over but my right arm couldn't support my weight. It was bizarre.
Saturday morning I got up super early and Becky and Catherine took me to the MARTA station. It wasn't that bad taking the train to the airport but I have to admit I don't like public transportation. While I was on the train one guy started yelling at a homeless guy in a wheelchair, saying how it was despicable of him to use his disability to try and get money off of people. Then later, after the wheelchair guy got off the train, the first guy got into another loud discussion with a different man on the train, saying how young boys nowadays are trying to look like girls, with stuff in their hair and earrings, using one boy on the train (who happened to go to Georgia Tech) as an example. Highly uncomfortable.
I don't know what it was about Saturday morning at 7 but the airport was the most packed I've ever seen it. I managed to check my luggage at a kiosk, and then join the security line, which reached almost to the ticketing counters, but it moved quickly. At security they told me I had nail scissors in my bag and I would have to surrender them, which I did. It didn't bother me at all since I didn't even remember I owned any, and never use them (they just got dumped into the Ziploc bag with the rest of my make-up container). From there I bought a muffin at Au Bon Pain, went to the restroom, and sat down just long enough to eat my muffin before boarding. The timing worked out quite well.
I managed to sleep for the first hour and a half on the plane at least. I sat next to a tall young man (white, mid-20s) who slept the entire time, except for brief periods when he woke up and went, very reluctantly, to read a book I honestly thought of as boring looking that I ultimately saw the title of--The Koran. I wondered why he was reading it, and why he seemed not to enjoy it. But besides asking me to get up so he could use the restroom we didn't talk so I didn't ask.
Saturday night, after getting up at 5 and going to bed past midnight and not getting good sleep anyway plus a day of traveling I went to bed around 8:30 pm Pacific time, and slept through till 8:30 the next morning. I told my dad in the morning that I slept for 12 hours straight and he looked at his watch and said, "Yeah you did. Your mother and I came home around 8:45 and you were already asleep." I didn't even hear them come in. That's super-fast falling asleep, for me.
Yesterday I roamed around the house, reading, making cranberry orange bread, painting some Christmas cards, and in general doing nothing of merit. It was relaxing. So different from school.
