Day 365: The Journey Home Begins!!!!!!!!

Have we mentioned before that it always seems to be raining on the days we’re leaving town? “It’s raining on getaway day!” is a constant refrain. At first it was just a string of delightful coincidences. Like — it’d be sunny during our whole stay, then gray and drizzling on the day we’d leave. Then it started to happen so regularly that it became almost freaky.

So, no one was surprised that it was raining on our final getaway day of the trip. And not just any rainfall. This was a biblical downpour that hardly let up at all, from morning to late at night. 

So fitting. The biggest rainfall all year, on The Final Getaway Day.

We were once again so grateful to have the extended time in our little house. I don’t know what we would have done to kill 12 hours otherwise.

As it was, we relaxed, read, wrote, played cards, ate lunch, cleaned up the house and packed up. Very cozy.

Reading this, you’d probably suspect emotions were running high. They really weren’t. I felt emotionally numb/robotic, actually. Just mentally focused on getting home. We’ve had so. much. time to think and reflect and mourn and celebrate the end here, that now it feels like it’s just time to wrap without a lot of further hoopla.

We had a scare around 5 pm when we were alerted that our Delta flight to LAX was delayed four hours — and it was looking for a moment like we might need to take two overnight flights, somehow stopping in Atlanta for part of the slog, and only getting to DC on Monday night instead of Sunday night. But thankfully Teddy was the one on the phone with Delta, and not me, because everything always works out for Teddy. After an hour of grim options and updates, the guy on the line said, “Wait a minute! We can book you on an American flight that’s even better than the Delta flight that got delayed!” 

We made it to the airport and boarded our flight by 10:45 pm.

The kids zonked, I did not. It was so turbulent. All this newly fearful flyer could do was sit and stare at the back of the seat in front of me and count down the minutes til LAX. Needless to say it didn’t fly by.