Wrapped things up today. Got my stuff together and looked through the last things, just in case I missed something. My anxiety shot up and my heart beat in my chest, knowing this is the last time I’d see this place.

The drive back from Mancelona to Detroit went well, no stop sign issues. I think the town where I got my ticket was Gaylord Grayling (thanks Teresa). I made sure to roll down my windows, blast Lynard Skynard and give them the British finger, just in case.

Finally at the airport, through security and waiting on the flight. Oddly, I discovered the double shot of Absolut vodka and a beer were a better deal. I think it will pair nicely with pizza.