We’re home. Generally speaking, this is a good thing: the wedding was wonderful, the experience at the resort was good (though not really our style, as we ended up deciding), the camping was incredible, and even traveling home was surprisingly pleasant (and I’ll get to all of those in more detail in due course). The actual arrival home has been one of the most traumatic we’ve yet experienced, however.
While we’d done a pretty good job of staying close to Seattle time during our camping, going to bed as soon as it got dark around 7:30 PM and getting up at first light around 6 AM (both times local to Hawaii, 10:30 PM and 9 AM respectively Seattle time), our flight home left Kona at just after 9 PM (local, midnight Seattle) and arrived in Seattle at about 5:30 AM (Seattle). Neither of us sleep well on airplanes, so by the time we landed, we were running on about twenty-one hours without sleep. By the time we collected our luggage, caught a shuttle to the parking service’s lot, picked up the car, and then fought our way through the construction on I-5, we didn’t get home and into bed until right around 8 AM, at about twenty-four hours straight without sleep.
Three hours later, the banging of construction in the apartment next door woke me up. Prairie had earplugs in, so she made it for another hour, but then she was up, too. And here’s where the real fun begins…
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