Let me tell you how my day went. So I got on a 8+ hour flight, which was delayed by 1 hour by the way, and the air con inside the plane was off. Something was wrong with it, the captain apologized and explained etc. Then when he updated that the issue was being fixed, it went off again, along with the entertainment system (the little TV screen in front of seats). For some reason they mistakenly turned off the system instead of on (?!) and had to do a hard reboot. Which meant we had to sit inside this hot stuffy pile of steel with nothing to do and nowhere to go for about half an hour. So that sucked.

And as that delayed my arrival by an hour and a half, I had to run to my next flight, and got to the gate right when they were doing the final call. So I thought, phew, can't wait to get home.

Nope. They lost my suitcase. From the domestic flight. How the suitcase was fine along 2 international trips lasting ~12 hours, but got lost on a domestic 1 hour flight, is such an irony that got me on the verge of tears. And in fact I was. As I sat in the cab home, with a file number of my lost baggage and a mind so exhausted and broken and lost, I thought, wow. Happy Valentine's to me. I was like, ok life, what else have you got, throw it at me. And low and behold, I arrived home spotting a huge box waiting at my door. You'd probably understand if reddit gifts was the last thing on my mind at that moment, so I was surprised, to say the least - even though I knew it was waiting for me at home. And oh how happy I was, opening that carton box, and how healed my soul felt, seeing what it was, reading the simple note you wrote. Thank you, fellow redditor, for making my day, oh wait my Valentine's day, not as bad as I thought it would be. Thank you, thank you, thank you.

(And I'm very sorry again for taking so long to get it)