Home!
Door to door on the way out West, it took us about 19 hours.
And on the way back East? About 35. Apparently when we're driving back toward jobs, school, and reality, we take our sweet, mountain time. Plus the Southern route is much more lovely. I'd take Wyoming and the Black Hills over Fargo and Bismarck any day. Even if we do have to spend a night at the classy Bramble Inn in Sheridan, WY where they have no non-smoking rooms available.
So now I am longing for mountain candy air, community meals consisting at least in some part of mac and cheese and people pressuring me to be brave.
Sometimes safety is boring. THERE. I said it.
Now I will indulge my Tegan and Sara kick and pick at some scabs.
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