Home sweet home...

My flight arrived in LAX around 6:30pm.  I was tired, sleepy and hungry but in a I just wanna crawl into bed way.  It seemed like a really long dream I had being in London and Iceland.  I exit the plane and go through immigration.  It took forever.  It was chaotic, the lines were more like just packs... no real order.  So I squeezed through inching my way closer and closer.  I make it through, get my bags and wander out of the airport.  For the past week I had been freezing my buns off.  I walk out of the airport, wearing jeans, flip flops and a 3/4 sleeve top.  I was burning up!  It was soooo warm!  I was soooooo happy! :-)  My brother was there to greet me and I blab about my trip to him the whole way home.  I live 45 minutes south of LAX.  I so couldn't wait to just get home.  We pick up some food to take home and flopped on the couch and ate.   I changed into shorts and a tank top and went to sleep shortly after eating.

I didn't unpack for 3 days!!  Nothing, not even my make up.  It all sat in the suitcase, everything, clothes, shoes, jackets, socks.  I didn't need any of those things in Cali.   I'm glad to be home.  But I really do miss Iceland.  If it was warmer I think I would love it so much more.  That or just have more time to sit and really take it all in.