Hi friends! So we're in Denver right now waiting for our flight to get home (got stuck at the airport last night, posted about it here) but we basically missed our connecting flight to orange county so we stayed the night at the airport.
When we got in last night, I overheard they had another flight to a different city but nearby (ontario for those of you who know socal airports) and so we rushed over to see if we could make it on that flight instead. They only had 1 seat left (go figure!) and Nick told me to just go and he'd make it home the next day. I was like, I'm not leaving Nick alone at an airport, haha. Not an option. He asked me later why I didn't take the flight and I said to him as much as I was desperate to get home, it just wouldn't be the same if he wasn't there. Then I told him my home is wherever he is. It sounded really cheesy but never has it been so true! ;) Nick is my home, it doesnt matter where we are, whether it be in a car in England (yea, we may have slept in our car one night, haven't really told anyone that) or on the airport ground in another state. I've always thought this phrase was sweet but it definitely was true last night.
Anyway, we found a little cozy spot in the airport and camped out. It was one of the most uncomfortable nights of sleep I've ever had (airport floors are not sleep-friendly!) We used sweaters as pillows and my skirt and dress as blankets. but at least we were together :)
Have you ever been stuck at an airport? I was pretty upset at first but I looked around and there were several others in the same situation, people sleeping on the ground, stuck for whatever reason. The world doesn't revolve around just me. Life continues and we'll get home.
Hope your week is off to a great start! Normal posting will continue tomorrow.