“Welcome Home, Mr. Brewer.”
Sure, those words came out of the mouth of a customs agent after I took some of my first steps through Baltimore/Washington International Airport today, but they were still great to hear because it simply acknowledged the fact that I was home, back in the United States, to stay, for good.
As has been the case through most of the trip back from Baghdad, there was a lot of hurrying up and waiting going on. To make a long story short, I waited about an hour for my luggage to make its way down the conveyor belt, had to pay for a ticket back to Norfolk with my own money (it’s okay though, I get reimbursed for it), and now my flight doesn’t leave until 8:45. Oh, and I have to make a stop in Philadelphia because US Airways doesn’t fly direct from here to Norfolk.
Tonight, everything should be good in the world again. I can’t wait just to kick back, relax, watch some DVDs and sleep. More later!!!
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