My flight home was quite unique. It was one of the few public flights that actually goes over the North Pole. Instead of flying latitudially, the direct 17 hour flight went the longitudial route. We went due north over China, Mongolia, Russia, Antartica, & over the otherside & down Canada. No signs of Santa. But I did enjoy the scenes while Thai Airways pumped the new Radiohead (at least new to me!) into my headphones.
I finally pulled into Wilmington and was greeted by my parents. I exclaimed, "Wilmington - A Place to Be Somebody!" At that time, a guy hobbled over to me and shouted, "Wilmington - A Place to Get Shot!" and proceeded to point to a bandaged gun shot wound on his leg. Sheesh, welcome to the jungle. The area looked the same, except for a few more Mexican shops and signs dotting Maryland Avenue. I was very impressed with the Extreme Home Makeover performed on my bedroom. It is very classy and feels like I am staying in a Doubletree Hotel. It is strange brushing my teeth with water from the tap, driving my car on the right side of the road, and seeing everyone I know. My road-dog Chris managed to totally pimp out his basement AND buy his girl a rock. My Grandmom has several "chores" for me to work on now that I'm back. And my Mom took my Dad and I for 10 bucks in Hold 'em!