I have officially been out west for a month, and today has been suitably stressful to commemorate the occasion. I was 1,117 miles from home, passed out in my bed trying to sleep off my cold, when back in good ol’ Missouri my family was aflurry with panic and rushing my dad to the ER— again. Although common sense tells me I wouldn’t be much more help at home than I am in Wyoming, I feel a tug on my heart tonight. I love being out west, and I love travel, but just for one night, I wish I could hold my mom in my arms and tell her, with my undying optimism, that it’s all gonna be okay.
~Lisa Shafter
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