If you could see the car I’m in, the sky I’m under, and the road I’m on, you’d want to be right here with me.
February me made a bunch of commitments March me is barely ready to handle, but March me’s got this. April me is going to be on top of the world.
Through security, now waiting to board. My personal item for this flight is a painting. I do travel right.
Seattle feels like possibility.
I got a monorail ticket for a birthday present!
The TSA agent didn’t want to try the peanut butter banana Clif bar I offered him.