There were a couple of instances of me forgetting where I parked my car in the YMCA lot before I left for Tortola. I was exercising after work, so when I came outside and it was dark, I was left wandering the lot, electronic key in hand, looking for my car, hoping I was within range to get the lights to blink as I pressed repeatedly on the key. It had happened enough for me to think, “Is this how the beginning of the end starts?” I answered my own question on the morning I left. Chris and I had gotten a ride to the Bonanza Bus terminal and while we waited for the bus to bring us to Logan, I realized I had forgotten my luggage. Yes, you read that correctly. I forgot my luggage.
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