About a month ago, I made my first trip down to Florida since moving to North Carolina. I was lucky enough to be able to fly down to Florida and surprise my best friend for her bridal shower/bachelorette party weekend. We crammed so much fun into 48 hours, it was insane. I even somehow managed to get the special bonus of having a short pit-stop with my parents. This weekend had everything I needed, and while I was a bit tired from the going-going-going as I waited in the airport for my flight, I was content with how everything had turned out. But then, after I was finally on the plane and the flight was in line to take off on the tarmac, I started to get a bit choked up.