After a very successful and and, as always, too-short visit to Virginia, we are on our way home. The worst part of the trip. The dreaded part. It feels three hours longer than the drive down and you have to wait 8 hours before you hit the border – which I always worry about because I tend to over-purchase. And we may have actually set an over-purchase record this time. Oops.
I’d better go pack. Blech.