It was Christmas Eve. Corrie and I were in Santa Monica, eating Auntie Peg's crab feast for dinner. Afterwards, we went to LAX and caught a plane. We flew through the night, landing a dozen-plus hours later, now in the morning on the 26th, in Taipei, having flown over the International Dateline and timewarping. Pretty cool.
It was Christmas Eve. Corrie and I were in Clarendon, with our two kids, driving to Amarillo. We caught a flight to DFW, and then connected to LAX. In the darkness on Christmas Eve, we drove directly from LAX to Auntie Peg's for the crab feast dinner.
The first paragraph was from 2013, ten years ago. Flying from LAX to Asia for our Angkor Wat adventure, we left on Christmas Eve. The second paragraph is from THIS year, 2023. Flying to LAX from the Farm, we arrived on Christmas Eve.
Before, we had the itch, traveling from this continent to Asia. Now we have two kids, still have the itch, but it manifests differently. I realized the juxtaposition the other day...thought I'd mention it here.
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