Last night I had an enlightening dream:
It was May 20th. The air was warm, and I was at the airport. Curbside check in. In my hands were holding two tickets for Utah, two for the layover. They were in my hands and I was just staring them...
They were standard, everyday plane tickets and I couldn't stop looking at them. The air was so warm, and the light was bright, perfect, so Minnesota-summer already. They were just pieces of paper in my hand, yet I could not take my eyes off them.
41 days. I have so much accomplished, yet so much to do still. I hope it's nice when I fly like in my dream.
