A Blissful Reunion

And before I knew it we were back on the main road, stopping at the intersection where I was to make my connection with the glossy black tour bus. The tall man with the black sunglasses helped me unload my luggage from the van, resting it along the curbside.

With only a few minutes wait the glossy black tour bus pulled up to the curb, right on schedule. I handed the driver my ticket and note of permission to travel independently as a minor, though this time the driver did not allow me the privilege of choosing my own seat, instead, he instructed me to sit in the first seat opposite of him so that he could keep a watchful eye on me. I said goodbye to the tall man with the black sunglasses thanking him for all he had done for me. The bus doors closed and I glanced out the window, at the starlit heavens, before my eyelids began to grow heavy, eventually shutting. 

My nap was terminated prematurely by a sudden thrust forward, and I awoke to a congested highway of high speed bumper to bumper traffic. The glossy black tour bus made its way around the San Francisco International Airport announcing each upcoming airline on an overhead paging system.

The flight home was another chance for me to catch up on the rest I had lost from the evening prior.

Upon landing, I gathered the luggage I had carried onboard. Then slowly, one by one, all passengers exited the plane. Once inside the terminal I hurried to the arrival area to find my mother, younger sister and brother there to greet me with open arms, making for a blissful reunion.