This is my last night in Manchester, NH. I get to go home tomorrow, and “get to” really does convey the right feeling. I’ve only been here for 10 days now, but it feels like a month. I don’t know what it is, but this trip has just felt rreeaallyy long.

I miss my wife, I miss my daughter, I miss my own bed, I miss my stupid dogs and annoying cats, I miss my motorcycle, I even miss my bathroom. I will not be sad to close the door on Room 437 and leave this town behind.

My flight home is out of Boston tomorrow at 3:30, so I’ll put in a few hours at the station in the morning and then hit the road by noon. Then it’s a first class upgrade on the BOS -> DFW leg, move back to join the working class for the DFW -> Burbank leg, on the ground in Burbank at 9:20, into a cab and home sweet home by 10:15.

Just 24 hours and 45 minutes to go until I’m home. Not that I’m counting…