“I love you Trin, but that was hell.”, were my Dad's first words after we finally got home today. And, he's not wrong. It was legitimately hell. At least some form of it - it had to be, right?
It began this morning at 6:00 am (EST). My dad and I woke up at the hotel just like we did the past couple of days. We then scrambled to get everything packed and ready to go because we had a flight at 9:00 am. Since we were supposed to get there two hours before, we got up early enough to get an Uber and get to the airport. It was a quickly paced morning to begin with, I didn't even have time to drink tea (how outrageous), but this was only the beginning of a long, long journey back to Burbank, CA.
Looking back, it feels as though I went through twenty different days all in one day. So much is a blur but so much is also vivid.
We got to the airport on time and everything seemed fine. We were on time, we didn't forget anything at the hotel, all was well. Little did we know. It gets announced that our flight is delayed until 10:30. No big deal, going back to California is going back in time anyhow. We didn't mind too much.
Once 10:30 came, they announced that the flight got bumped to 11:30. Then 12:30. Then 2:30. But then things started to really get difficult when they announced it was going to be 10:30 pm. Yes, PM. Meaning we wouldn't be home until the next day anyhow. (10:30 was only their estimate time, who knows when we would’ve gotten home.)
So we made a change of plans and we switched airlines. It was a bit pricey, and difficult to switch but there was no way we were going to wait 14 (or more) hours in the same place for some “unknown” reason.
The new plan was to take another airline to Denver, CO and from there fly to LA. This all seemed fine and dandy at first but the roller coaster hadn't come to a full stop quite yet. Our flight to Denver was delayed for about two hours which was a problem because we would miss our flight to Los Angeles. We would have been stuck in Denver. Thankfully, after hours of stressing over it, the flight times worked out. We found a flight from Denver that goes right into Burbank which is where we live.
I'm not sure how much total time I spent in the sky today, but it was definitely enough to make sure I plan my trips more carefully in the future. For a long time I didn't think I would make it back to Burbank, but I can definitely say it's great to be at home sweet home!