We drove the final 4 hours from Bakersfield to San Francisco — the drive never seemed so long and so short at the same time.
Parking it outside of our house for one final cleaning and, of course, we have to unpack our entire life out of it!
Good times. One more time, for good measure.
Parked it on the street a few blocks away — I’ll return it tomorrow.
Everyone’s tired. It’s time to get back into the groove and back to our normal lives… but, will they ever be the same again?