I made it home safe and sound after 14 hours in flight and many more hours spent waiting at air ports and in a car to get home. I was exhausted as I sat by the baggage claim waiting for my heavy bags. Then a feeling came over me and I turned my head to the right and there she was with red and white carnations in one hand and a camera in the other. It was my mom. I was then overcome with excitement forgetting about everything else. A few days later it finally sank in that I was home as I drove our charcoal grey Dodge Ram with the windows down wind blowing in my hair singing along to the radio with the rumble of the engine in the background. It is good to be home.
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