Now this here

It's often talked how it's not the destination but the journey that matters, and I'll tell you this, I'd happily cosh anyone who talks such utter rot because clearly they've not known the perils of flying.
I could talk how the entire journey began from minor headaches and climaxed into a crescendo of reaching back at odd hours making sense to a taxi driver who couldn't have located his toe much less my address, but I shall refrain and say only what needs be said, that I'm home. Last night or rather this morning after a burst of short sleep because time zones have suddenly changed and I'll probably feel sleepy during late afternoon.
The cat is here, we are united and I'm happy.
Ah..life I tell you.
Yes I'm unslept, unkempt, even though I showered right after reaching back but gods tired. My skin feels rough, I'm parched, everything in my system is haywire but phew I'm back, and the best part is it's not as icy as I'd left it.
I mean I've had my fill of snow and winters and it's a cozy 10° right now.
Yes, ah, yes.