That leaving feeling.
After a final anxious peek into my bag, I know I'm set. Important d ocuments secured, along with other nonsense packed precariously in. Confidently zipping up my loot assures a new destination is in the near future. I toss my pack in the backseat of a friend' s Mini Cooper.I hop in, excitedly knowing soon I will be met with the frantic pace of departures at Tom Bradley. "Nervous? Gosh, I would be. Never traveled that far alone." His words echoed some of my own stagnant fears I had about this long haul journey, but I quietly looked over and slowly smiled. "Nope. The end result makes the long trip worth it. I try to get as far away as possible." Even though I was fibbing, it felt good to wear an overly confident facade as kind inspiration. Although I was about to be found out, as the sweat that had accumulated on my palms had since transferred to his smooth leather bucket seat. I was hoping he was not aware. As the car stea...