Home Again, Home Again

by creamsikkle

Oh joy for 5:30 departures. I wake up to the chaos of the rest of my family frantically zooming through various sections of my house, packing things they had forgotten to set aside the night before. I think it is way to early to see my mom or dad, especially my sister. I don’t know how much longer I can bear all her constant updates regarding the weather in the city we are scheduled to land in.
We’ve made it past security and are now sitting at our terminal, waiting to board. Personally I like airports, and am used to them; mostly because I fly so often. When I think about it I realize how often me and my family flys places.
The voice has just told me that class R is boarding. Hi-ho.