Upon landing in Toronto, I was not allowed to exit through customs to the outside world. All Americans with connecting flights were routed through an entirely different customs control station that dumped us out in the Gate area. No one would let me out. I got a variety of excuses, but the bottom line was that I was stuck in the airport for 8 hours. Unable to get cell service and the pay phones not accepting my credit card, I had Matt contact my friend Pat to relay the news of my predicament.
It was a very long 8 hour layover. I had momentary distractions when Matt would send me photos of his seat in First Class that reclined, or texting with my mom.
I finally arrived in SF at midnight and Matt was waiting there to drive me home. He had arrived 5 hours earlier than my flight. Our adventure had officially come to an end. We were both home safe and sound. I always love living out of my backpack and coming home can make me feel rather melancholy. However, returning home this time was different...a new adventure was just around the corner...planning our wedding and knowing that I would soon marry my travel trooper, Matt. I feel very happy.
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