Home again.
We arrived last night just a little ahead of schedule. Unfortunately, our bags did not. I always think of the problems that could ensue if our bags don't go where we go. This was our first time in all these years of travel to have our bags not come with us. We've had other problems like missed connections forcing an overnight stay, unexpectedly.
And one time, expired passports caused us to miss our scheduled flight. All was made whole when we got proper documentation and were allowed on the plane. That was in the days before such rigid passenger identity checks. We ran all over town getting documentation and still made it to our destination in the Carribean before nightfall.
But, we've never had to wait for our bags. Luckily, NJ was our final destination, as the airlines say. So, we wait here at home for our bags to be delivered. I always fear a problem whenever we have connecting flights. This time our luggage stayed an extra day in London.
Back home, back to being on familiar soil with a language that we understand. I think it is now that we truly feel retired. Before, we were always looking forward to some event. Now, we don't have our next vacation planned, yet. A week in Maine to move furniture out for the floors to be refinished. Then close up the house for the winter and come back to New Jersey.
We missed our grandchildren while we were away in Maine and France. Now we will be able to see them regularly again.
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