So I’m going on vacation. A real one, for longer than 48 hours. If you’re wondering where, looking right at my reading list might be a hint. It’s been a few years since I’ve taken myself on an adventure and now that I’m 36 hours from departure I feel like a soda bottle that’s been shaken for the last three weeks and every time I open my mouth I’m about to spew giddy sweet bubbles all over everyone.
Wow, that was a gross metaphor.
For the last few years, two items have been everywhere with me. This trip will be our fifth continent together.
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