Rubbing the sleep from my eyes as the streams of hot water run down my body, I attempt to come back to the world of the living. The last night in my own bed was quite good, and though I was not fully awake, I did feel fully rested. Reaching over my head, prepared to wince in pain, I was surprised to find the motion didn't bother me. Water skiing has it's price, I suppose. Drying off, and packing the last few things, I wonder what I have left behind. The planning has been immense though, if there are details I have missed on this trip...its not from lack of planning. Making my bed, I reflect on the past week - a turmoil of excitement, anticipation, and the sadness of leaving a place and people you
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