We survived the long flight back from Frankfurt to Chicago. Honestly, it wasn't as bad as it could have been. The boys were pretty good. They wanted to roam around a bit (thank goodness for my sister-in-law) and thought it would be fun to pull the long hair of the passenger sitting in front of me (but didn't succeed) but that was the worst of it. I did get a migraine, which given the amount of stress I was under, wasn't surprising, but I didn't get sick to my stomach (yay!).
It was quite a day - between getting moved out of the Frankfurt apartment (we left more than we intended - over flowing trash and nice items we could have sold or kept), getting on board the plane (yes, there was running to the gate, as usual), making sure the dogs were ready for the flight, seeing - for the first time - the house we had purchased, and surprising my husband with a Vespa (his combined birthday/Christmas gift). I had one small (okay, maybe major) meltdown when the airline wouldn't let me take one of my carry ons (due to the flight being full) because it had all my valuables and breakables (including gifts for family). Not surprisingly, they lost the bag and it arrived late with broken gift items. Luckily, nothing was missing.
The new house was comfortable. It felt like ours from the very beginning. Even the flaws were okay. It was - unequivocally - our home, and the setting of the next chapter of our life.
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