Somewhere Between Here And Charlotte

I fall asleep on the tarmac and wake with a start as the plane lifts off. The guy next to me catches it and laughs.

We start talking. Charlotte is only one stop for him. After a string of cancellations, he has three more flights before he finally makes it home to Michigan.

Near the end of the flight, he’s still laughing about my tarmac moment.

Suddenly, my travel day feels pretty easy.