Monday/Tuesday

I hate checking out of hotels. It's like saying goodbye to a second home. And the fact that you have to pack up all the crap that was accumulated for the time of the stay hahaha.



Said goodbye to San Diego with a last breakfast at the Broken Yolk. I love breakfast food, especially eggs. And cheese. And avocado. And bacon. 6 hour drive back? Psha, it's eggs!



Saddled up and drove back to Tuscan. Not so easy the second time around, but time went by pretty fast. My eyes got a little crossed looking at the endless road a few times, but we made it a-ok.



Once again, Venti Soy Vanilla Latte, you kept me up proper. Thanks for not screwing up my stomach.



Got back to Tuscon around 10 pm? Washed up, packed up, and sneaked in maybe 3 hours of sleep before getting up at 4 am to trek it to Phoenix for my flight.





Took off ok and was fed Belgian waffles w/ a white cheddar omelette. Thank goodness everyone in my section digested it fine. Ew.





Slept majority of the flight and deplaned to a face slap of humidity. Oh Hawaii, you know how to make a girl feel welcomed home.

Quite proud that I only came home with just a few extra things to pack, considering how stupid my wallet could of gotten at just IKEA alone. Thumbs up self control.



Got home, declothed, unpacked, and popped open a bag of pretzels for lunch.



Life.

Lurk
+ The Broken Yolk
+ Hampton Inn San Diego Downtown Hotel
+ Hawaiian Airlines