I don’t do well when the last evening rolls around–the time before packing and traveling begin but when you can see them coming and have to start making plans. I get quiet and a little sad–even if I’m ready to leave. About fifteen years ago, I accidentally slammed my finger in the trunk of a rental car. Looking back on it, I imagine I needed some physical pain with which to associate the feeling.


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