So yesterday I made the journey home.
I flew home and that is not something I usually do, so it was a pretty big deal.
The day before I was talking on the phone with my mom getting all of the flight details and we talked about how my flight was at 3pm.
I had arranged with my dear friend, Kelly to drive me to the airport at 1.
I was packing that morning, not in any hurry because I didn't have to leave for a while, right?
Well little did I know that my flight actually left at 1:30pm and was supposed to arrive at 3pm...
I look at my ticket at noon, realize my mistake.
Begin freaking out.
Worst feeling of my life.
I began to urgently call everyone I knew with a car.
Miracles of miracles I have the best home teachers in the world.
Seriously, those boys are AMAZING!
Scott drives me to the airport and I get there at 1:15pm.
Run to the security check and luckily there was no line and I was wearing my slip on shoes, but it still took a while to get through.
Run to the gate at 1:25pm.
Talk to the woman at the desk and she says it's too late.
Begin teary eyes and worried phone calls to parents.
Woman says I can get on standby for the next flight at 5pm and connecting flight in Phoenix at 9pm.
Still worried and frustrated for my stupid mistake, I begin to pray.
Continuing praying for 3 hours.
Finally able to get on to the 5pm flight 15 minutes before it leaves.
Let relief set in.
I realize I'm sitting next to the emergency exit.
Everyone around me is telling me what a good seat I got and all I can think about is the TV show LOST.
I keep thinking, "Oh my goodness, what if we crash and I have to be the one to open the emergency exit! Then what if we land on a desert island that has monsters on it! What if I have to fend for myself, I won't last a week!"
So, basically I was freaking out again, which was completely irrational because it's not like we were going to be passing over any water from Salt Lake to Phoenix.
That is until we took off and then I was pretty much ok.
Then all I could see was a blanket of clouds and the tips of mountains.
I arrived in Phoenix unscathed and completely fine.
From there I was able to get on the flight to Fresno.
I arrived in Fresno at 9:50pm, only 3 hours and 20 minutes behind my original schedule.
I'm just glad I made it home.
I guess you can tell I don't fly very often from my experience and I guess this is why I prefer to road trip every where.
I hope everyone else is able to get to their homes a lot easier than I was!
Merry Christmas Everyone!