going home

When I got off my plane in Minneapolis today, I checked the flight monitor for the status of my flight to Gone West. (This is what they say to do, right, "Check the status of your flight on a flight monitor."? Yes, right.) I followed the alphabet to my city name, and when I saw, "Gone West - delayed," I felt a jolt of homecoming. Not about the delayed part, although that is becoming a familiar sight (and it was only 30 min), but about the Gone West part. Oh, I thought, Gone West. I'm going home.