The drive to the airport seemed like it took forever. There was that aboding dread of saying goodbye that made time seem to hang forever and in fact it took us two hours to get there because of the traffic jams, which John had correctly anticipated. I got there more than three hours before departure because they had to get back home in order to get proper sleep for the coming day. We had our last embraces, words of love and tears. As I left the screening area and the terminal's front wall of glass, we waved goodbye and I turned towards the check-in counter. It was the 2009 departure all over again.
Now as I sit in the airport awaiting my departure, my safe travels home depend on a wing (the skills of the pilot, ground crew, etc., the maintenance of the plane and the weather) and a prayer. As I prepare to return to the U.S., the motto on our currency comes to mind: "In God we Trust."
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