Coming Home

The car was packed—and I mean PACKED—as full as we could get it.

No extra space!

No extra space!

Driving down the road, I felt like

We stopped several times to get fuel for ourselves and the car. I desperately needed rest, but I desperately wanted to get home. My Uncle Roger’s directions were spot on, and we were making good time. I was in need of a rest break (again), so we stopped at a rest area. Ysabela had taken a nap, so her energy level was higher than mine.

Queen of the world?

Queen of the world?

Frazzled and tired....

Frazzled and tired….

The good news is we made it without drama. The bad news is I’m not really ready to be at work again tomorrow!

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