I didn’t quite make it home tonight. The wind was too bad and blowing the snow so I couldn’t see. It usually takes a little over three hours to get home from my sister’s house, but by about that time I was only halfway. People who were driving had their hazard lights on so everyone could see where the other vehicles were located. I followed behind a semi until I came to El Paso.

The airplane ride was uneventful. We had a different model this time and there seemed to be about 1-2 inches more of leg room on this one. Maybe it was because I was used to it, I don’t know, but the rows didn’t look as crammed this time. After landing we found the car and took turns cleaning it off. As I was clearing the snow so the car could back out, I kept thinking how not that long ago there’s no way I could’ve done this.

I miss my husband and my kids. Some time apart is fine but after a while you’re ready to be back. And what’s a hotel room without a bedmate or space overflowing with kids and bags? On the drive I called and spoke with several relatives via telephone. It’s supposed to drop below zero into the night and early morning. I decided it was best to stop for the night, so now I wait.