Since moving to Eastern Oregon, except for last summer, I've not left for longer than a couple of days. I miss my books, kitchen, the guys, the cats, my OWN bed, and knowing that any dogs I hear belong to the neighbor. (Anna does not bark NEAR as much as mum's little dog!) I miss my garden and cleaning my house (ok, this is odd, but very true!) and cooking. I am looking forward to many many things of a positive kind when I get back.
Somehow, I counted the days wrong, but that is ok. I've never been very good with numbers and as long as I know when the plane leaves, I'm content. Once I'm on it, I'm traveling til I get to Oregon.
I will probably cry as I leave Alaska, but at least I'm being driven to ANC this year. Last July, the plane was full and I was a watering pot almost the entire 30 min flight from Kenai to ANC. Yeah, silly, but that is me!!!