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Coming back home to Seattle was fuuun. The plane ride was crowded with angry babies that were testing just how acapella they can go, and I accidentally spilled my ice cold water down the leg of a woman flying from the Bronx (I could tell by her accent when she was yelling at me). I had a three hour layover in Minnesota, in an airport that had no wifi and no McDonalds (travesty I tell you), and then had to take a train and a bus to my neighborhood, all the while lugging my giant backpack and accidentally bowling people over with it wherever I went. By the time I stomped up the three flight of steps to my apartment, I was on a whole new level of exhaustion. But then...