today is the first day. . . .

I've got my luggage down to my backpack, a knitting bag (which is only half full of yarn; the rest is presents for Moira), and a roller suitcase with a broken handle.

My flight from Memphis to Cleveland (then to Boston, then Iceland) leaves in two hours. I'll arrive in Keflavik at 6:15 a.m. their time, which is slightly after midnight Central Standard Time.

And so begins the rest of my life.

betholindo at 9:45 a.m.

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