I'm on my waaaayyyy... Home Sweet Home!

Whew, what a trip. No matter how cool it is to see other parts of the world, it’s always nice to come back home. Hmm… that doesn’t sound right… let me rephrase.

No matter how cool it is to see other parts of the world, it’s always nice to be back home. Coming home sucks. Seriously, I get to fly from Christchurch, New Zealand to Auckland, New Zealand to Los Angeles to Dallas to Orlando. Once in Orlando, I get to rent a car and make the hour drive back home to Melbourne. Then on top of that, I get to go into work on Thursday.

The crappy part is that I don’t even get credit for time served traveling. I leave my hotel in Christchurch at noon on Wednesday the 7th (local time) and get home at 2am on Wednesday the 7th (local time). That’s 14 hours off the clock, but I estimate 32 hours of uncomfortable, stinky, sober(ish) time sitting in a tiny airplane seat or a noisy uncomfortable airport.

At least on the way here, I left on a Wednesday and got in on Friday afternoon. Sweet! Weekend! Now, I get to go back and it’s still the middle of the week. If I’m going to have an 8 day week, the extra day should at least be the weekend.

All that said, however, for those of you who would use this as an excuse for not making such a trip to see these great countries (and by “those of you” I mean mom), just know that it’s totally worth it and I’d do it again in a heartbeat.

Of course ask me that again 32 hours from now.