Mile High City

I’ve been packing all morning, with a brief break to go visit Dad and feed him lunch. My mom insisted I buy my first ever real suitcase (previously it’s always been a big backpack and a gym bag for classy old me), but it seems really bulky for just three weeks. I blame the fact that I have to pack running shoes, a helmet and gym clothes.

About to leave for the airport to fly to Denver (current temperature is around 30 degrees, much like here in Toronto), where I have no doubt that the raging thunderstorm the weather network is calling for will delay my flight horribly, leaving sitting at the airport twiddling his thumbs, or possibly playing some amusing made up game that involves punching and spitting with paintball-spattered birthday girl Soo.

Off to the airport. Two hours of customs then four hours of flight and however many hours in a holding pattern waiting for lightning to disperse, and I should finally get to see Colorado. Yay!

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