Just after I posted my last message a maintenance guy came through the door from the plane, then someone else gave us a thumbs up, then we all rushed on board thinking we'd take off any minute.
Then of course we sat there for about an hour waiting for some paperwork before we could take off.
Then had a very easy flight home. I was sat with a couple of very happy (ahhh drunk) people who chatted all the way in between drinking whisky and wine.
Portland is cold and snowy, and it was strange driving my own car rather than a car that's similar but still different (I have an Odyssey, we drove a Town and Country in Florida).
In the kitchen we found a stew, fresh bread, and apple pie, as well as milk etc in the fridge. My wonderful neighbours are responsible. Thank you Nadja and Carl.
They'd also carved out a path to the front door so the oil delivery guy managed to deliver, and we could actually get into the house to open the garage doors. And I managed to get the car into the garage, which was a nice bonus.
Not sure how I feel about being home. Bit depressed, bit stressed about all the changes we're about to make (work, nursery, Y care). But also a bit excited about the prospect of work and an income.
Right, off to bed.
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