It only takes four days in Iowa to remind me what a "coastal girl" I am. Saltwater apparently flows through my veins and makes me uncomfortable when I am in a land-locked state. On the flight home, I was daydreaming about the early settlers heading west and how I would have been compelled to join them, happily walking along side a covered wagon to get to the ocean.
Wake up, Nancy...me? "Happily walking along side a covered wagon" across the country. Are you kidding? Apparently, I was very eager to get home.
Luckily for my traveling companions, we flew!
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