Coming home from NYC was an adventure to say the least. I was in eight airports in like 11 days. Crazy you may think but just all in a day's work as a hurricane! Try and keep up with the airport count if you dare.
(June 21) Hurried to come back home, I went to the wrong airport on the morning of my flight in NYC. (2 airports) I still can't recall which one was correct and finally got in to Minnesota to see my brother Matt, Kristin and little Andrew, Caleb and Isaac (3 airports).
We had tons of fun at the Mall of America, the pool, zoo, parks and on the slip and slide of course. The three little rascals were hilarious that I should have carried around a tape recorder to get all of their funny quotes down. I was off journalist duty but they had some great sound bytes!Then I flew to Texas from Minnesota with Kristin and the three wild boys (5 airports). We went swimming and shopping, two of my favorite summer activities. I was the Cleburne Primary Swim Day lifeguard too.
We dropped Kristin and the boys off a few days later and also took Drew and Lindsey and Dallin to the airport (7 airport visits) and had an interview with the Dallas Morning News sports staff, which went very well since they offered me an internship two days later. Finally, some plans in my life. I'm staying in the Lone Star State after all!One glitch in the ointment though. All of my stuff and car was in Utah, so on July 2 I was on a plane back to Salt Lake and Provo to round up all my stuff (9 airports). I said goodbye to friends and family in Utah and started on a two-day trek with Julie and her grandpa, another hurricane of an adventure! To be continued...
