End of an era

[nisaba]

We lifted up into the setting sun, chased it west halfway around the world, and left it in the air over Denver. The sun sunk with a fiery farewell, blackening the rugged profile of the Rockies. Then we landed into a huge grid of lights and blinked our way sleepily through the queues and questions in the bright glare of the terminal.

Today is day one of an itinerary that looks like a toddler scribbled on a map of the USA. The sun is shining, the weather forecast looks frightening (snow tomorrow, high of 2 and low of -5!) and my body, having had what it thinks is dinner, now wants to go to bed again.

It's been a long month, packing up my life in the UK and saying farewell (not goodbye) to the people who've made the last 12 years such a great adventure. I'm living out of a suitcase (and several bags) for the next two months and already it's annoying me. Small price in the grand scheme of this thing, this big experience.

Time to get out and about before this pillow beside me gets just too tempting!