I'm home now and boy does it feel good. I got home last Thursday after a grueling day of travel. My flight was split into two. The first flight was great. I was bumped up to seat 1A with a lot of leg room, comfy seat, nobody in the seat next to me, and first dibs for the food/drink cart. The plane was smaller and the flight attendants were very enjoyable. They helped me with the wheelchair, made sure my flight experience was as comfortable as possible, and were just very cheerful in general. The second flight was not so enjoyable. I was crammed into a small seat with many, many other people onboard. The plane was a larger one and the flight attendants were tired of people it seemed. They were not helpful with my bags, telling me they could not help me put it up in the storage as it was against their policy, even though they helped me with them on my first flight (same airline). I decided to just put it under the seat, and was left with less legroom. The second flight was about 3 1/2 hours and the last half was excruciating. I could not find a comfortable position and the time seemed to slow to a crawl. When we finally arrived nobody was there to help me with a wheelchair like on my first flight. I just wanted to be home so I decided I could probably just walk to the baggage claim, as this was a small airport anyways. Come to find out, I really couldn't walk that easily and tack on having to drag my bag behind me, it was not pleasant.
One of the passengers who saw me arrive in a wheelchair asked if he could help me with my bags but I declined. I wish I took his offer. When I got close to the baggage claim I was asked if I needed help with my bags by one of those baggage helper people and I said yes. He took my bag and waited with me for my checked baggage to arrive. When it did he took them out to the curb where my boyfriend would be picking me up. Unfortunately, I only had $20's and he couldn't break it. I wanted to give him a tip for helping me, so I told him if he could get change before my BF arrived I could give him a tip. I guess he thought it too much trouble since I didn't see him again. My boyfriend was circling the pickup area so he pulled up in just a few minutes. It was great to see his face!
Being home was a lot different than being at the residence. I had to find my flow again, I had to get into the habit of the schedule in new surroundings. I had most of the supplies I needed, but was short on a couple items. I've spent the last few days since I've been home stocking up on the rest of the supplies and getting my schedule down for when I go back to work at the office on Monday. Technically I'm supposed to be working from home right now, but I won't tell if you don't
Every day gets a little easier. Every day it starts to look more and more normal and natural down there. Things seem to be settling nicely. I come now to the end of the journey, in a way. Now I look to the future and what life holds for me. This process is intense, with a lot of ups and downs, twists and turns, and many joys. I've taken you through the life of a girl going through SRS and I hope you've gained more knowledge to help you in your own journey.
~Sarah
