Stepping off the plane in Boston Tuesday afternoon felt so strange. Surreal, even. The terminal was virtually empty, which for Logan, is unusual. The plane was 90 minutes late, which wasn't too bad because we were delayed for 3 hours in Heathrow.
Mom was waiting for me at the Peter Pan bus terminal in Providence. She had been waiting for 2 hours, poor dear! I had told her to pick me up at 4. By the time I got to a phone to let her know I was running late, she had already left the house, so she was forced to sit and wait for me. It was a tearful reunion and I was happy to finally begin the last leg of my journey. Home. At. Last.
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