The Finally Odyssey, Post

So on Sunday we headed outta town. But we didn't start straight up North back to Wisconsin. No, we took a detour to a sacred place. If there was a god, this would be his statue.


When we got to Wisconsin we spent a fair amount of time and money at an outlet mall in Kenosha. Some finds were made, eg. 8 T-shirts for $60 plus taxes. It was a great day. Then we headed back to Appleton, went here and there and laid low for the rest of the night.

There's not much to remember from the rest of the week. My suitcases grew fuller, thanks to my ever expanding DVD-collection and my wallet grew thinner. I spent most of the week watching TV, speed shopping at the Fox River Mall and agonizing about school that started the day after I got home from Chicago and six days before I was due to return to Finland.

So some agony was building up. To relieve the stress me and Mommy took a drive to Lake Michigan on Saturday, the day of my departure. When we got back from said drive we logged on to the local airports webpage to check what was my exact departure time. To our surprise the last plane leaving to my first destination, Chicago was leaving in 40 minutes and not 3 hours as we had assumed. The traveling Gods really had it in for me.

So off to the airport we went. We were too late for my plane.

It was Labor Day weekend (Labor Day was on the following Monday, two days from now) and they were on 'holiday schedule'. What a crock of shit! Fortunately the polite man at the counter was able to book me on a fligt from Green Bay to Chicago that would actually get me in Chicago earlier than was originally planned.

So we headed back to Mom's house one last time and I showered before we were off again. This time further up North to an airport a shade bigger than the one in Appleton. After Thankyous and Goodbyes I was off again, on my way back home, a new home eventually.

Flight to Chicago. Shuttle to another Terminal.


Through security. Wandering around. Back to the other side for my first meal of MickeyD's on American soil in over 7 years. Waiting for my meal for 40 minutes. Getting two apple pies for my time. Through security, again. Waiting for my plane with annoying Scandinavians, listening to my prized iPod. Sitting next to a military man on the plane. Sleeping next to a military man on the plane. Waking up at Copenhagen. Feeling homesick and tired for 6 hours (that felt like 6 months) at a very crowded, infamous and way too familiar airport.

Then I heard the first Finnish words uttered by someone else than me or my mom in almost three weeks. I felt really bummed out. I had a great vacation and now it was time to get back home and back to work.

Thank You, America. You are a relaxing place. I wouldn't wanna live there, but I'm glad that I got to visit You again.