Lansing to Dominican Republic
Travel day.
We’re still in Michigan, bundled up inside a small airport terminal, waiting to board a direct flight out of Lansing. It’s 8 degrees outside. Feels like −15. The kind of cold that makes you question every decision that led you here.
We arrived two hours early, which gave us plenty of time to discover that optimism weighs more than expected. Kellie overpacked by exactly 10 pounds. Not “about” ten. A very official, airline-confirmed ten pounds. That lesson cost us $50 and a quiet moment of reflection at the counter.
Add in an Uber ride from about five miles out, and this trip already has a paper trail before we’ve even boarded the plane.
Right now it’s coats on, bags at our feet, coffee steaming, and gate screens glowing. Michigan winter on one side of the glass. Caribbean plans on the other.
We haven’t boarded yet.
But mentally, we’re already halfway there.
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