It’s the night before my trip to San Francisco for the race. Of course on the last night I am scrambling around like a chicken trying to finish up last minute stuff. I still had not packed but I wanted to do the t-shirts for the “Tiara Trotters” fan club. The graphics that Steph’s friend did turned out really cute so I made shirts for Holly, John and Chloe. I made one for JZ too, even though she isn’t going to be here and I know she won’t wear it. Regardless I was cutting and ironing and peeling until about 10 pm. Never mind that my packing still wasn’t quite finished. But they turned out really cute and of course I was sporting my tiara while I worked. I even made one for me, minus the fan club part, because Steph and I are the Tiara Trotters, after all.
This was the most surreal hour and a half of the whole trip. We made our way out to Howard Air Force Base (which is no longer an AFB) and found our old house. Just looking at the photos I get emotional all over again. Not that I broke down crying or anything but it was really weird standing in a place that holds so many memories. Here is me freaking out that we found it!!! Our old Street! Coffey Avenue! Exploring the old digs! This stairwell led up to the door in the kitchen. It was a little creepy so I just filmed from where I was. :-/ I don't do creepy. Here we are in front of 60A Coffey Ave! That "hill" behind my mom seemed so much bigger when we lived there. I remember my dog running down it and tripping, which led to a head over heels tumble that still makes me laugh when I think of it. And that fence used to be a favorite spot for three toed sloths to hang out. ...
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