Arriving completely

Stepping off the last plane and walking into my last airport terminal yesterday found me ten minutes ahead of schedule, minus two bags and one ride home. Its funny how these things don't bother me anymore. Granted I was in a quasi-alive, stuporous state, but I had arrived completely with anything I would ever really need. The ride was coming soon cause the friends were late. I didn't know what was going on, but I knew that they would take care of me, cause I know my friends. And who cares about the bags.

The point isn't that I didn't have bags, nor a ride, nor even that I didn't care. The point is that I've got friends who love me and I count myself lucky because of it.

Incidentally, the luggage arrived the next morning.