I had just completed my first semester at college and was excited to return home for winter break. Although I wasn't usually home sick while I was away, I was excited to reconnect with my friends from high school, hear about their adventures in college, see my folks and most importantly, not think about school work for the next 3 weeks.
Having packed all the essentials in my suitcase and having forgotten to do laundry before I packed the only thing I had to dress to the airport was a white tee and this cover all I would normally wear to the pool or beach. I did have this beautiful wool knot cardigan that was the same length as the coverall, but I figured with a 5am flight, no one would care what I had on as long as I wasn't naked.
After I boarded my flight and waited for all the other passengers to board, find their seats and stow away their carry-ons, I quickly called my dad and told me I was on the plane and the flight was expected to arrive on time. He told me that was great news but he might be there to pick me from the airport, as something had suddenly come up. If he couldn't make it, he would send Tom, my dad's best friend. I said that would be all right, as long as someone was there to collect me.