Augh. Man, there was a fire near a radar tower in Chicago, 700 flights got cancelled...it was really damn nasty. I guess it would have been worse if 1.) I hadn't still been in Pittsburgh when it happened (hence I could actually go back to my dorm and camp out for a nice, given that someone drove me) and 2.) I didn't have the choice of the final destination being any of three different airports, because they're all relatively close to home. Granted, I would've gotten lost as hell if I flew to Oakland, buuuut as least it's better than being trapped in Chicago, as my roommate was...
Pfft, yeah, my luggage got lost in the aether. And then my mom went back to the other airport, where my initial destination had been and came back with my bags and told me that there were piles upon piles of baggage all waiting for people to pick them up.
Uh...-shrug- I don't really have a good definition of "home". I'll just put it as "that was my flight from college to my parents, where I will stay for two weeks before going to Portland."