What is worse than spending 14 hours cooped up inside an airplane? Spending 14 hours cooped up inside an airplane alone with two grumpy kids. How I wish I could throw a fit, stomp my feet and bawl my eyes out because that is what I wanted to do at times during that 14 hour flight.
What makes those seemingly unbearable 14 hours so worth it? Coming home, seeing my brother in person after three years, being with my family, just being around them.
It is 5:30 am local time. I have been up since 2:30 laying in my bed listening to traffic rumbling by, the Azaans from a nearby mosque, a stray dog’s occasional barking; and it feels like the last piece of a puzzle falling in its place.