5 minutes from touchdown at the Oakland, California airport, I decided I missed Mississippi.
The flight was mostly peaceful with a little bit of turbulence. With about 2 hours left, someone behind me decided to put on headphones yet turn their device up so loud I could hear it anyway. This person was 3 rows behind me. This person was obviously from Oakland.
I started thinking about the noise and traffic that California is known for. I stated thinking that my blood pressure and anxiety were about to go up.
It has been amazing to be "home" for the holidays. My heart is definitely torn in two. I left my heart in San Fransisco, but it found a home in Mississippi.