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There's no place like home

I went back to Louisiana and Indiana for Christmas, and I got to see a lot of people that I hadn't seen in quite awhile. Travel was hectic. My flight from Seattle to Indianapolis had a connection in Cincinatti, right after they had 20 inches of snow dumped on them. My parents ended up driving over to get me because they weren't going to fly me out for awhile. That drive took much longer than normal because of all of the people who decided to get in accidents along the way. Same thing applied for the first part of the drive to Louisiana. My return flight from Indianapolis to Seattle had two connections, and I knew it would be too good to be true if I managed to get through both of them without something awful happening. I was correct. My flight from Cincinatti to Salt Lake City was over half an hour late, so I barely made my flight to Seattle. My luggage didn't get to me until the next day.

Summary of Baton Rouge: A lot of small people grew taller. There were a lot of Chinese people. People like to tell me that I got fatter.

Summary of Indiana: I got sick. Hung out with college friends and rolled things into balls (Katamari Damacy!).


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Cyrus Achane:

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