…I dreamt that I was late for a flight and woke up in a cold sweat.
In many ways, I miss the days I’d travel a lot; I miss living out of a duffel bag and the trunk of a rental car. There was something about having a 28-hour-day and being in 3 different cities in one weekend that kept my adrenaline quite high.
But alas, those days are gone. For now. Anyhow, here are some pics from those travels.