My least favorite part of visiting family is that last day, when you feel obligated to cram in as much stuff as possible and you have to pack and you’re dreading the curbside drop-off at the airport, because it is in aiports that you feel the most alone and depressed that the trip is over. At least, that’s how I feel.
The last day of my Utah trip was jam-packed. I got up earlyish and went on a five-mile run with one of my favorite Bluegrass running buddies, Elaina! Without her, I would never have been able to finish (uninjured and happily) the Derby Half Marathon. She’s awesome. We ran the Provo River Trail, which I’d never done before. I was worried the altitude would kill me–since I’ve been running at essentially sea level for the last year–but I felt really good.
It was so fun to catch up and felt just like all those early mornings at the Johnson Center gym in Lexington.
Post-run I headed home and cleaned up. My mom and I mailed Hannah’s Christmas package (last package of her mission!) and picked my dad up from his office for lunch. We went to Guru’s and (of course) had to get the sweet potato fries along with our comida.
We stopped to see my Grandpa Henderson and my mom and I did some food shopping and cooking in preparation for my dad’s work party on Thursday. We ate dinner and headed up to SLC to see my Grandma and Grandpa and Sharla and her kiddos before taking me to the airport.
Grady is a wild man. He’s sneaky and quiet and then enters the room, tornado-style, as seen below. Also, how cute is Grant with small children? He’ll be a good uncle one of these (many) days (hence).
We talked and ate cake and Justin shared his Christmas pageant lines with us. I’m so glad I was able to catch these little ones (and their mom, of course) before returning to VA.
We took a bunch of pictures with everyone, but I forgot to get one with my phone. After a series of good-byes, my parents and the boys dropped me off at the airport around eleven. I hated leaving them, but couldn’t wait to see Jason.
I had to show my marriage license at security to prove my identity as The Girl Formerly Known As Amanda Michelle Pullan, which I found a little funny in super-trusting Mormon Salt Lake City. My flight was on time and I had an empty seat next to me, but it was kind of cold and I had trouble falling asleep. I got into Charlotte at 5:30 AM EST (3:30 AM MST), and used the last of my Starbuck’s gift card from Laura to get a peppermint hot chocolate (Slightly embarrassing side note: I thought the cashier said there was $0.45 remaining on my card, so I walked away. I was quickly summoned back, though, to pay the extra $0.45 I owed on my beverage. Amanda Frost: hot chocolate thief).
I settled in at Gate C11, plugged in my iPhone, and enjoyed two sweet hours of Law & Order before boarding. I did fall asleep partway through the second episode, but awakened before my zone was called. I was able to sleep on the way to Baltimore until a woman four rows behind me threw up.
My bag was one of the first ones off the carousel, which never happens, and then I ran outside and immediately caught the bus to the Amtrak/MARC station. I took the 9:57 AM MARC train into the city and was back in my office at 10:40 AM, my trip officially concluded. I wasn’t as tired as I expected, though I may experience a post-supper crash this evening.
I have the cutest cousins in the world. There is just no denying it.