"Back to the place where they still say grace"

So, I once quoted The Lion King to say “home is where your rump rests”. In theory this is true. You can make just about anywhere home with a little courage and the right person by your side. I have no doubt that we will someday very soon be faced with this directive but—man, there is just no place like home with your mamas.

Our journey home from Sitka was a long one but thankfully, very smooth. We ate dinner at The Nugget Diner in Sitka’s microscopic airport on the 31^st and then flew off for Anchorage with a quick pit stop in Juneau. We had a short layover in Anchorage where we tried to stretch our legs and get snacks before take off at 11pm. Our flight was an overnight flight to Chicago which was great because I thought we would sleep through the whirling time vortex of doom. Best laid schemes, eh? We managed to land on the only row on the whole overnight flight that didn’t recline. Joy. Needless to say, sleep was not forthcoming.

We touched down in Chicago this morning around 8:30am (central time). In order to uphold good trip juju, we ate at Wolfgang Pucks for symmetry. Despite exhaustion, it was still delicious. Pushing on like soldiers off to war we found our gate and waited… mostly unconscious. When it was time to board we flung ourselves in our seats and waited for it to be over. Dramamine is great but I should have tried something stronger to conk us out on the puddle jumper.



Fayetteville, AR-- HOME!!



Half in a dream, we came out of the cloud bank and landed in sunny Tulsa, Oklahoma around 2pm. The Red Buds are blooming, the Jonquils are aglow, and spring green is everywhere! I love it! We grabbed our luggage and made a run for the door only to be caught by surprise…



A little quick background here; I thought Scott’s parents were picking us up because Marma was teaching and said she couldn’t get off work because of all the missed school days during snow-ocalypse.

Now, back to the story-- As I made my way through the revolving doors of death I was greeted by a tiny blonde woman in purple whom I love. My wonderful (and sneaky) Marma had taken the afternoon off to come surprise me and pick us up. In true dramatic movie form, I dropped my bags and ran to her, crying and hugging her till I thought she’d pop.



Our little journey home



Our times are all messed up because we lost three hours jumping time zones and we haven’t slept in a couple of days. We’re in that weird limbo of ‘to nap or not to nap’.  Tomorrow is our little Dr-to-be’s 26^th birthday so, undoubtedly, there is much to celebrate this weekend. We are glad to be home with our families and can’t wait to see everyone over the next week.

I was going to try and find some witty way to end this blog but I feel like my brains have been scattered between here and Alaska. Though, our Alaskan adventure has come to completion I’ll keep up the blog so our friends and family near and far can keep up with us in our upcoming chapters of life: graduation, Mexico, and unknown future plans.  

All our love and gratitude to everyone who supported us along the way,

S/A