Home again, home again

We had some complications getting to the airport in Tokyo and somehow ended up in a first class car (that we had to pay for!) on a train to Narita airport.  Regardless, we made it there and we made it home.  Dan was even able to finagle us an earlier flight from Chicago to Columbus.  Now, I love traveling, but it felt really good to get off of the plane where I am once again a literate citizen that can fully navigate roads and menus with the ease of a, well, literate citizen.  You know what also felt good?  Eating oatmeal, sleeping in my double-padded queen-sized bed, and catching up on so much English-language television (our DVR was busting!) that I thought I might die of happiness (ah, Biggest Loser).  Now, off to do other sweet things… like shower in my own bathroom, buy identifiable items at the grocery store and say something other than arrigato (thank you) and sumimasen (sorry/excuse me) to strangers.  Nothing feels better than expanding your vocabulary from three words (I know konichiwa too!) to thousands, all in a single flight over the Pacific.

Oh, and dear Ohio, this weather is lovely.  Thanks for the nice welcome home.