For some reason in my head I had myself chilling at my Phoenix layover for a solid three hours. Turns out- I'm bad at keeping track of numbers in my head sometimes. Serendipitously so almost- as it turns out. Just have time to grab a cup of coffee- check a few blogs on the Phoenix-proclaimed "Friendliest Airport"'s internet (that apostrophe situation back there was overwhelming. I'm glad we got through it together.) And freak out a few khaki-clad passengers with a barrage of neon adornments.
A sudden gut-punch of homesickness has hit me lately... a yearning not so much for the place as the people who inhabit it. It will be good to see family this weekend. And a pretty great assortment of some of the coolest people on the planet next month.
For now: bring on small packets of peanuts and $4 whiskey and ginger-ales!
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