Getting Here, Eugene
It's been five years. But as soon as I stepped outside of the airport, the smells came back to me. The magical year I spent here, getting better physically, mentally, and in my soul. Getting here. There's been some naysayers, not saying who, but mostly folks wishing me well on my "adventure." I like that category. It's not a trip or vacation or a bucket list. It's life plus. I took the Michigan Flyer to the airport, which takes about 2 hours. I've always had luck in the past grabbing a curbside cart. No dice this time. I left the bulk of my stuff by the bus to look for one (remember I'm doing this solo, one of the negatives is no one to watch your stuff). I ended up renting a cart for SEVEN DOLLARS! A little shocked, but again a necessary expense. I rolled up to Southwest counter where the agent said you can't fly with that. My heart dropped but I collected myself. The bike policy states I can. She read it through in front of me, jumped over the ...