I Reminisce

Walked up to one in New York. Then there were two. Mosied onto a flight to DC. Dozed. One walked up to us in capital city airport. Then there were three. Flight to Austin. Slept. Bags jammed into trunk, backseat. Trained. Whole Foods. A little bit poorer. Drove to Greyhound. Then there were four. Hostel hallway. Hugs. More hugs. Then there were six. Room three. One sitting on a bottom bunk. Seven. Ate chili. Meat. No meat. Trained. Dying kitten. Trained. Bounce. Three drove to airport. Four came back. Eight. Slept. Trained. Bonded. Apples to Apples. First team meeting. Smoke-filled chili. Frisbees. Memorable Greyhound bus. Twelve hours. New Orleans.

-Candice Porter

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