San Francisco, Day 7.

Almost missed my flight. The security line moved so slow that, at the moment my flight began boarding I was only halfway through it, having already invested fifteen minutes in waiting. I asked a few people if I could cut ahead but at least one offered resistance so I took a chance and left the line. I spoke to the woman who initially checks boarding passes and asked if there was a way I could get ahead. She told me to go to my airline's counter and so I did and she escorted me to the much much shorter first class line. I ended up not being the last person to board but I was in the last handful. Much closer than I like to cut it. Now I'm on the plane and will be home soon. Today I'm not sure it feels like home but it will once I get there.