It was March 13, 2003 and I could hardly sleep the night before with anticipation, I hadn't gone on a trip in two years and I was a little nervous. It would be the 1st time I would fly since September 11, 2001 and the whole thing made me uneasy. I double-checked what I packed, shook off the nervousness and began to get ready for bed. Falling asleep was the furthest thing from my mind but slowly as I …showed first 75 words of 1291 total…

…showed last 75 words of 1291 total…was reminded of someone else terror. Finally we landed and to be honest it was a little rough but we did make it safe and sound. Finally I was in New York, The Big Apple, and the City that never sleeps. It took what seemed to be forever to get off the plane and get our bags. We grabbed our bags and began our vacation. In the end it was a journey with the wait.