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I was recently in Florida for a conference. I love to travel and was excited about getting to see a new place. Plus, Miami in November is a nice change from back home. However, flying from Boise to Florida and back is like leaving the country. I was in my typical flight attire: yoga pants, Nikes, sweatshirt and messy bun. By the time I hit Boise after two connections and a long layover, I looked and felt like I had been hit by a bus.

I was walking out, and I watched as a woman in her mid-50s walked through the doors and was immediately embraced by her husband. It was beautiful. They went to baggage claim holding hands as they walked down the stairs and waited for her bag. He took her bag off the carousel and they walked out to the car. I’d like to think he had flowers waiting for her, and they went to a nice dinner on the way home.

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