All romantic ideas of Roswell began fading when I got off my plane in Albuquerque and received the bad news every flier dreads to hear: Your bag has been delayed. At the baggage claim counter I was told not to worry because the bag would arrive on the next flight and if I'd just give them the address of my hotel some nice courier would deliver it there and I wouldn't even be without my bag for a night. That would have been nice, except I was on my way to Roswell and no courier would be bringing my bag to me there. The woman behind the desk scratched her head, then gave me a look like "I'm not even going to lie to you, it sucks to be you right now". Then she informed me that there used to be small planes that flew from Albuquerque to Roswell but they stopped flying years ago. With that option obviously out she gave me my next on: "We could Fed ex it to you, but since it's the weekend it probably won't get there until Tuesday". I wasn't too keen on waiting three days to get my things so the woman found another option; my bag would fly into albuquerque from Denver, then to Dallas, then to Roswell.

So I went one night without my bag and it wasn't so bad but getting it from Roswell's teeny tiny airport was a challenge. United told me to pick my bag up there after 9pm on Sunday but it's a good thing I showed up 15 minutes early because by that time the airport was nearly closed. There wasn't a soul inside and the one little plane on the tarmac had already unloaded. Frantically, I searched for someone and finally found a guy that was just about to leave. At last, my bag and I were reunited.

Wearing dirty clothes for a day isn't the worst thing that has happened, though. Many of you might know I'm quite fond of taking pictures, and I wasn't about to come all the way here without my Stella. She and I made it here but the main lens I use has decided not to work. Since I have an extended warranty on the lens it wouldn't be such a big deal, that is if I were in a place that hadn't been forsaken by God. You see, not only do planes not fly here (well except for one from Dallas) but there are no camera stores, not a single one, even places like Target, Walmart, and Sears that typically sell camera accessories don't sell them in Roswell. Because Roswell sucks!

I miss my husband, I miss my dog, I miss taking pictures. I want to go home.