Series of Lasts
The last few days have been a series of “lasts”: the last state border (before home), the last new city, the last dinner with friends on this trip, the last night sleeping in a foreign bed; and this morning will be the last 7 hour drive to get somewhere.
I don’t know why I’m awake at 4am writing this, either my internal clock is still skewing from the gradual time shift into the future or I’m excited to get started or both. This whole trip is more than I can put into words at the moment and once I get back to Reno I’ve got jobs that I have to dive right into so I don’t know how quickly the magnitude will sink in; but in thinking of the some 5,000 miles that we’ve driven over 17 days so far it’s humbling. The number of people that we met and the number of people that I *liked* along the way is astonishing. The flyers are physically in the hands of people that might not have seen them otherwise and that is a success for me.
We did it under budget and will get to donate a few hundred extra dollars back into the convention fund (budget report available soon), thankfully gas was $2.50 per gallon for the entire trip (until today!) and I budgeted for $3.50 a gallon with a 10% overage. That extra savings though, also let us detour to Charlotte, NC and attend one of the rowdiest and most intelligent young groups I’ve ever been to called the Zero Hour, and I’m looking forward to seeing them and all of my new friends at the convention in 2016.
Ultimately, I think we succeeded in the mission that you all sent us on and I’m tickled silly that it came to fruition and yellow apples were represented at the largest gathering of alcoholics that certainly I’ve ever been to. I wonder off the top of my head how the city of Atlanta feels that we were as a group; we were all exceedingly polite and orderly as far as I could tell, and everyone that I saw had a smile on their face. It’s just been an incredible experience and I guess these are the words that I can put it into at the moment. Now I just have to wait for everyone else to wake up so that we can get back home.