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colorado day five: goodbye and good luck
I'd set the alarm for 6:45am and packed my bags the night before, in between the rabble rousing, but still ended up awake and anxious at 6:20. I could hear Meg getting ready to go and knew that there'd be no sleep or anything else for the day, that our leaving was imminent, I should just get up and get it over with. Besides, Kiara was sure to come in for her clothes and bags any minute. But I didn't want to go. I didn't like Boulder (the crazy weather, the homogenous frat-boy population) but I liked the greenness and the mountains and the people who we'd spent the last three days drinking with and joking with and catching up with and cramming into the back of tiny convertibles with. I liked the vacation. I wanted the lcd numbers to stop at 6:20 so I could stay in bed where it was warm and lovely instead of spending a day on planes and in buses, back to a place I didn't want to be. I wanted the escape and the good feelings to last.
But it was time to go, not time for that escape yet. So I got up and got dressed and got my things and said a goodbye and Meg and Kiara and I piled into the convertible one more time, driving bleary-eyed down the highway, away from the mountains and back toward everything we already know. We woke up slowly as we got closer to the airport and the plane, and Kiara talked excitedly about going swimming and sailing, and Meg talked excitedly about coffee, and soon we were headed home. Milwaukee, then Boston, then New York. Sixteen hours after I turned the alarm off in Boulder, I opened my door in New York, and started a new countdown.
Sixty days until the next escape. Then twenty days after that. And then...?
Hello highways. Hello clouds.
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