Last week was a crazy week.
In 96 hours, I covered 1,600 miles by plane, bus, and shuttle, saw a concert with a friend, presented at a conference, and made it home in time for opening night of my daughter's musical. My sleep schedule is all messed up, and I have no idea what day it is without the schedule of what comes next.
And I would not change a thing! In those 96 hours, I had the additional bonus of meeting some interesting people.
On the Megabus, I more eavesdropped into the life of the woman behind me than met her. Thanks to her non-stop phone calls for the six hour bus ride, I learned that she was en route to Chicago to visit her birth mother for the first time. She seemed to be about 22 years old, she was alone on the bus, and she was excited, nervous, and scared.
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