About to board my plane back to D.C. and just realized that I should have blogged during my layover.
I only spent 26 hours in Reno this time around, but it was enough to make my heart ache. I’ve now lived in our nation’s capital for longer than I did in the Biggest Little City. Yet Reno still feels like home. I wonder if that will ever change.
Wish I’d had more time to see more people (who joined me for coffee and food and board games and simply catching up), but glad I happened upon the ones that I did.
And just like that, this dreamy vacation (during which I drove 1,136 miles) comes to an end.