I’m home again. It’s bittersweet. 36 hours, five airports, three airlines, and four hours of sleep — I’m ready for some comfy clothes and a long nap. I love traveling, though – even the craziness of airports and the random weird events that I inevitably encounter. This was definitely and adventure; if you see me in person drinking my Coco-Corona at King Corona in Ybor, ask about the 3 am Philly excitement, and I’ll fill you in!