The title pretty much says it all…
I was up early so I could head home. I stopped quickly by…you guessed it…Starbucks on the way to Aileen’s for good-byes. I hated to say good-bye to them. I hope Aileen can visit soon.
The entire day was a series of repetitive steps…gas, potty breaks (me and Kinley), food…repeat. I think I was on autopilot. My original plan was to drive half way home, spend the night, and then finish the next day. Well I made it Portland around 6pm and I just couldn’t see stopping when I was so close. I was a bit worried that I was going to get tired and frankly I did. But, nothing beats making it home after a long vacation.
I got home around 930p and then realized I couldn’t remember the code to my garage. I thought about calling Shelly or John, but I had a key to the front door. I only unloaded the bare minimum, went through my mail, and watched a little tv before crashing.
I was torn about being home. Home is peaceful, but how does life get back to normal after being gone for so long. Not to mention it was one of the (if not the) best vacation of my life.