What do you do after your flight lands?

Ugh, the sweet relief of landing! I swear, the instant the wheels hit the tarmac, my brain's already at baggage claim. Like, seriously, is anyone else like this? I hate that waiting game, but what can you do? It's part of the travel torture, isn't it? First thing, of course, is finding my carousel number. Those monitors? They hold all the power. There’s always this weird mix of hope and low-key panic – will my bag actually make it? One time, flying back from Italy – Italy! – my luggage ended up in Chicago. Chicago! Can you believe it? Talk about a nightmare. So yeah, baggage claim. It’s a whole thing. Just gotta grit my teeth and get through it, you know? Then, freedom! (Or at least, the taxi line...but that's a whole other story.)