On My Way to Kabul, Part 1

It takes a long-ass time to get to Afghanistan from the US.

First, I flew from Boston to Norfolk, where I hung out waiting for a day.

Leg One! So far so good...except the part where I sobbed like a baby in the middle of the damn terminal saying goodbye to my husband and kids.
Leg One! So far so good…except the part where I sobbed like a baby in the middle of the damn terminal saying goodbye to my husband and kids.

Maybe one of the flight attendants took pity on my teary-snotty self, because I got bumped or something to a first-class seat, which happened to be the nicest plane seat I’ve ever sat in. There was an option to transform the seat into a bed! Hellz yeah!

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