After waiting in the airport for what seemed like 24 hours, we finally all borded the plane. Wait.. not all of us, Aren got taken out of the airport in handcuffs due to a ring that was suspected to be brass knuckles. It was probably the worst way to end his trip, but I was so focused on myself and seeing my boyfriend, being in my own bed and driving my car again that I totally had no idea what anyone else was feeling or doing. We landed after two hours maybe, and Stephs grandparents gave me a ride home. I couldn't be more happier to be home at this moment, on Canadian soil.