Well good thing it wasn’t Ireland

 I made it back home from my trip I was so excited for to Asheville.  I came home extremely sad and disappointed.

Both the flights were slightly unnerving as my heart acted up the whole time.  I even contemplated driving from N.C. To S.D. so I wouldn’t have to experience those issues again.  It’s a 2 day drive if I drive late into the night so opted not to do that.😀

While there, I realized just how tired my body was.  Instead of exploring a lot, eating great food and enjoying bands at the bars, I slept a lot or read in bed.

Lesson learned.  But, at least it wasn’t a trip all the way to Ireland like Grif and I were scheduled to take when I learned I needed OHS.

I’m really looking forward to having a healthy heart again so I can resume my obsession with traveling.

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