This evening I find myself not home in Texas after a few days in Florida but rather somewhere else.
It’s definitely not Texas but it is my hometown. Landing in a light snowfall was pretty “neat” if also less eventful than I thought it would be. I was expecting the plane to skid at least a little. Nothing.
I’m happy to be able to change plans on the fly (no pun intended). I get to see my mom and help out my siblings. Next time I’ll just remember to pack more contact lenses.
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