The journey home is never too long... until the plane breaks

Those who know me well, know with certainty that I have no vices. However, if there is one (and only one) aspect of my personality that I am certain can be quite tiring, it is the frequency with which I complain about the cold.

Nothing brings me more joy than standing outside squealing and lamenting to anyone who will listen how "I am not being dramatic this is seriously the coldest I have ever been in my life!!! WAHHHH" (yes this phrase is recited on a daily basis every year between the months of November until early March). I also like to inform my companions that wherever I am currently located, is the coldest place on earth and "I should know I grew up in Wisconsin!"... then moved to Boston... then moved to Sweden... twice.

On one particularly arctic Saturday night in which the trams decided to stop working and, I slipped on an iceburg bruising the whole left side of my body, I declared to my classmates "I am not just being over dramatic I would rather die than stay out in this cold another five minutes!" and I can honestly say I meant every word. A desperate phone call home was made, and a ticket to Florida booked for early March. The only thing that kept me going through hellaciously cold month was the promise of sunshine and seeing my mommy.

Finally the day approached, I was flying out of Copenhagen and left my friend Sarah's apartment at 6 am to catch my flight (thank you sarah soo much!!!). My soul was buoyant, my spirits were high. And then grounds crew broke the plane.

Broke the plane? Oh yes, the controller of the jet way... hit the plane with such force he (I assume its a "he", because what woman would be that stupid hehehe? ) cracked the hull. Long story short, I did not make it to the US that day, but instead had to return the following day to take an extra large plane specially flown in to take two days worth of passengers.

Then that plane broke... nope I am not making this up. After sitting on the runway an extra two hours so that a mechanic could fix the pressurizer finally it was time for take off. Eventually over 24 hours after scheduled arrival I made it home!

Florida was warm, and I saw more sunlight in 10 days than I have in the past 5 months. I always love going home and seeing my family, even though my little brother now thinks he is too cool for me. Harsh and totally not true!

Now I am back to Sweden and eager to complain. The weather seems to be holding at warmer temperatures, but I think I can get major milage complaining about the rain, that has replaced the snow, for at least two or three months!