Going, going. Ready to go. I've cooked and packed and ruined everything, and with only eight short hours of work between my window and me...
I'm ready to go.
Up to see my family and the geography of my childhood. I grew up in Moscow, moved to Portland when I was 8. This trip reverses that, Portland then Spokane then Moscow and Troy. Stops along the way, too. We are civilized people. But it'll be backwards, my youth upside down and inside out.
I'm hoping I'll get younger.
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