i'm in my childhood home. Well, not CHILDhood, but the one I grew up in.

I had the first non-fun travel experience (second, if you count my 10-hour layover on the way to Oz). I got airsick on the first plane, then had a terrible stomachache and was nauseous and couldn't sleep. Then the second flight had constant turbulence. Not exaggerating. Three constantly-crying babies, flight attendants behind me whispering about how we shouldn't be in the air b/c of the weather, a creepily smitten 18-year-old boy next to me with NO game who was PERSISTENT... And somehow I still slept b/c the previous flight had been so exhausting. When we landed in Chicago the woman on the p.a. and said it was "a miracle" we'd landed. Weather that bad.