In the airport yesterday it hit me. I turned to Luanne and said, "This is so strange... We're not coming back to California anymore." I think as long as the Mt. Hermon trip was in front of us, it seemed like we hadn't really left. But now it's in the past. We're not headed home to California anymore. Driving through next week, sure, but not going home.
I loved California. What a great decade we had there.
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