Well Cali, it's been real. But I've missed the super green valley, crisp air, and rain - though I didn't get any of that upon arrival. Also, no sales tax. Though you had a super awesome book/CD/DVD thrift store, I still like my no sales tax. I miss THAT ^ As fun as hotels are, with their luggage carts, stairwells that smell distinctly of Oriental ramen and lounges that smell uncannily of ice cream, and long hallways that were made for you & your dad to run up & down, pretending to be secret agents; and sleeping on a hide-a-bed this time, which seemed to be a step up from the floor (it turns out it wasn't. I ended up back on the floor again and it was much cozier, and caused MUCH less pain) . . . It's nice to be home. I sat normally the WHOLE way back. Butt flat in my seat, legs out as they should be. No curling up, no sitting on my feet, no crossing my legs, none of it. That does not happen. Sitting normally usually causes low levels of anxiety for me. Partnered with that, it's just not very comfortable, and all the other ways usually provide greater relief from pain. And, it prevents numbness from happening in various places. I found out, however, that if your back is in enough pain, you won't be able to sit in any other position. Again, my Mum is amazing and gave me her back brace to wear for the whole trip back. Thanks again, Mum. It blessed me big time :) I got home and was out the door again within 5 minutes, spent the next hour with my small group girls, and then the next 2 hours after that with a dear friend. And now I'm home. For goodsies. I get to sleep in my own bed (that doesn't hurt my back), cuddle with my puppy, and spend my quiet time in the morning with Jesus alone. Life is sweet. Though the one on the left I made cozy, I like the one on the right the best :)
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