Each trip has its own energy. Some are just gigglefests while others tend more toward snore-y. There is an unmistakable ebb and flow to them. The rush of packing, anticipation and finally going. The delicious gooey middle. The melancholy of leaving and the small sweet joy of home.
The energy has definitely turned today more toward the leaving aspect as I begin to wind my way back toward Seattle and SeaTac airport for tomorrow night's red eye. A few letterboxes still in my sites, but my eyes are focused on home.
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