Charlotte

I'm sitting in the Charlotte airport waiting for my flight back to Tallahassee. That was the literally the longest flight of my entire life. 10 hours. No, thanks. And I have to turn around and do it all over again on Monday. Since when did I become such a country hopper?

This whole situation is pretty surreal. I feel the same as when I was going to Germany in the first place...I didn't believe it until I stepped off the plane and saw the family. That's how this will be. I know what to expect, but I don't know how to act. Nonetheless, I know whatever happens will be fine. Everything will be fine in time.