We made it to Ohio!
Impatient kids and airline catering were as bad as it got, as far as the actual travel was concerned; so we really couldn’t complain. Emotionally, it was a strange middle-ground. On our layover in Washington D.C., I looked through the scrapbook our church made for us — and somehow that helped to make it more real… But I still feel like I haven’t accessed everything that I’m feeling, under the surface, through this transition.
We received an especially warm welcome when we got to the baggage claim in Cleveland: my parents, my sister and her girls, perhaps a dozen friends from Kent, and another family of friends from Florida (who happened to be visiting Ohio this week). They cheered loudly when we came into view, gave us big hugs, helped carry our bags for us, and even loaned us a mini-van until we can secure transportation of our own. The weather was pleasant, without any of the oppressive heat we had been hearing about. And after a 10-minute drive to my sister’s place and a light meal, we were able to get a solid 8-9 hours of sleep.
Now we’ve woken up — bright-eyed and bushy-tailed at 5:30 in the morning — and we’re preparing for whatever comes next…