For the first time ever I changed my flight home.
I changed it to leave earlier. 10 days earlier.
It seemed ok while I still had two weeks to go.
Then the day came.
I went up to the Ocean to see SLC as a whole one last time.
It was a windy storm is coming in kind of day.
I waved goodbye and headed home.
Leon came to pick me up and take me to the airport.
It didn't last long before I was the crying mess at the airport.
It's not even embarrassing anymore.
Maybe it's even a good thing.
People give you space and let you speed through lines.
Then conveniently enough after crying... because I'm leaving for the hundredth time.
You would think I would eventually get over it.
Apparently, I never will.
But my flight got delayed, then more delayed.
Until it eventually got delayed so far that I decided to leave the airport.
Thanks to winter storms rolling though, I got 2 extra days home.
I got that last little bit of Utah I needed to make me NOT CRY.
Now here I am sitting in my bed in Germany, and it all seems like such a long time ago.
Regardless of how many times I end up crying at airports, 2017 is going to be a good year.
Now I just need some sunshine and warmth in my life.
