And so, my trip back to Boston has ended. I met up with my grandmother for
bagels in the morning, and then went home to finish packing. After getting some sushi with my dad for lunch, I was dropped off at a hotel near the entrance to the Ted Williams tunnel to make the quick cab-ride to the airport. The flight to Los Angeles, left only a few minutes late, but we were forced to return to the terminal when a valve was discovered to be stuck. In the end, we took off 1.5 hours later than scheduled, and arrived into Los Angeles about an hour late. The in-flight movie was Clockstoppers an incredibly silly and rather lame excuse for a lot of “frozen time” effects. Between that, the book I’m reading, and the nap, the flight went by rather quickly.