I set my sail,Fly the wind, it will take me,Back to my home, sweet home.Lie on my back,Clouds are making way for me,I'm coming home, sweet home.
Anyway, no crashing or dying took place, and the plane landed safe and sound (and even had a nice view of the sunset while doing so). Once we touched down, I headed out of the plane, and went straight to the Immigration center, after waiting in line for some time, I was called up to a desk. The guy looked at my passport, my custom form, and my face, put down a stamp, and gave it back to me, all without saying a word. I was...actually really disappointed. No joke, I have been waiting for months - for months - for someone in this position to say two words to me: "Welcome Home." That's all I wanted. And this guy didn't say a goddamn thing. I was even considering saying to him, "This may sound trite, but can you welcome me home?" but I feel it wouldn't have had the same cathartic impact at that point. So I just continued on to the luggage carousel. As always, I was one of the first people there, but as is the way, mine was one of the last pieces of luggage to come out. It could have been worse, though; somebody's rolling luggage must have gotten it's handle caught on something, and so the entire back of it had been ripped and bent up, exposing all the internal mechanisms. It went around several times before being picked up, and it was the talk of the luggage carousel, I tell ya!
Once I got my bag, I quickly whisked through Customs (where the guy seemed a bit tickled that I lived in Lomita, for some reason). I then went through the exit and into the arrivals hall, and after a few quick seconds of searching, saw my welcome party, which consisted of my dad, one of my sisters, and my two nephews. My mom came in less than a minute, and we all had a nice little hug session. After a little while, it was time to go home, so I said goodnight to most of them, and then headed home with my mom. There, I eventually met up with one of my other sisters, who had kindly gotten some dinner. We then sat down, talking, and I already knew that it was gonna be difficult for me to have a conversation in the near future without bringing up an anecdote once every five minutes.After that, I went to bed, and slept for a full-on twelve hours, and with that, my trip was over.