There isn’t much to get ready for tomorrow. Today was just busy, which means I’m sleepy, which means wine is good.
Journey Home: Reflections from 10,000 Feet
As I sit on the plane, surrounded by the hum of the engine and the chill of the window, I can’t help but notice the person in front of me repeatedly adjusting their seat, each movement a grating assault on my laptop screen. The journey back to Portland, high above the clouds, prompts reflections on the comforts of home and the complexities of travel.
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