God snatched me away from my reality and put me somewhere else while something very bad was happening at home. He knew what he was doing; and because of that, I got to live five days that were all mine. Not mentally or emotionally (with all that was going on in my home without me), but physically. All. Me.
drank my weight in coffee (and found out where to get the greatest coffee drink I've ever had).
slept much less than I thought I would (didn't want to miss anything).
leaped from a still-moving vehicle to run after members of my favorite band walking down the street.
had a "Modern Family" marathon with my brother and sister which may have caused a hernia ("DON'T CALL ME A RAT! SHE KILLS RATS!").
tried to sweet-talk my way with a security guard at Raleigh/Durham airport back into a restricted area for the sake of Starbucks (didn't work).
ate some jalapeno hush puppy funnel cake. Wrap yer mind around that.
learned how to make homemade Kahlua. Homemade Kahlua!.
got pulled aside and searched by airport security because of a jar of baby food.
carried on a conversation with an old man on a plane about Butler U. basketball. Those of you know me know how ridiculous of a concept this is. He was half deaf and so am I, so it worked out fine.
sat back and let my brother and sister take care of me. Because life would still be here, waiting on me, when I returned home.