Flight 480

I'm writing this on a plane. Headed back to DC from KC.  My flight was scheduled to depart at 6:30. I arrived at the airport at 5. I was ready to hop on the plane, claim my window seat (don't want nobody next to me) and sleep straight through the flight. DCA had different plans. 

I went to check my bag, the man asked me did I know that my flight was delayed. I didn't. I was thinking probably a 15-30 minute delay. Nope. He tells me it's at 2 hours right now. I was HOT. But I couldn't do anything about it. (I'm working on recognizing and understanding this) So I calmed down, found a good secluded spot in the airport and chilled. 4 episodes of A Different World, 1 nap and a BBQ chicken pizza from CPK later, it was finally time to board the flight.

Now I'm sitting on the plane. I considered buying the wifi but I'm too cheap for that. (I ain't paying the five.)  So I decided to write. I'm in a good ass mood. I always am when I get a chance to go back home. I wasn't expecting to get to home this month, even though I wanted to. Al saw me moping around, missing my people on my birthday and decided to surprise me with a trip home for my moms bday on the 15th. ( side note: August is a huge birthday month for people in my life. Myself, a gang of cousins, my niece, my mom, my future mother in law, a few homies, 2 brothers, Barack O, Magic Johnson and Nip Hussle, all important people in my life. So shoutout to all the August babies.) I was so happy when she showed me the flight reservation. I wish that she could've joined me but she had a prior engagement in Boston. Therefore, I was making the trip solo.  

In the past when I would visit home, I would hit the ground running. I wanted to see everybody in the city. I wanted the whole city to know that I was home. Wherever the scene was, I was on it. Recently, my visits have been different. I don't even see the scene anymore. All of my time home is spent with my people. I don't get to see my family often, so I try to make the most out of the time that I do have with them.

Coming home always reminds me what is important. For me, there is nothing more important than the people that I love and that love me. I felt so good sitting in church next to my Mom. (Even if I was fighting off sleep the whole service) And watching the Royals game with my Brother, and eating breakfast with my Pops. And shootinthe shit with my boys until 2 AM like we've been doing for about 15 years now. These things will NEVER get old to me. The older I get, the more valuable they are. 

Now it's time for me to get home. I'm ready to be back with Alex and Charleigh. I miss my girls. Being around all of that positive energy at home, has really inspired me. Being around so many people that want the best for me, makes me want to make them all proud. So it's time to get back to business. I've got some big things coming soon and I'm hella excited about them. (Yes, hella) but right now, I'm getting tired, so I'm about to lean against this window and sleep until these wheels are touching the ground.