in the house

After a delayed flight in Miami and what felt like the longest flight due to my anxiety, I arrived into Chicago at a little past midnight. Getting into Chicago was (is?) surreal. It really hasn't hit me that I'm actually in the U.S. I was exhausted last night when I got in because the airport at Miami stressed me out with the rush at customs, the delayed flight and having my alcohol confiscated at check in. But none of that matters now because I'm here. I'm actually here.