Well. Here I go again. I am flying to Rantoul IL tonight for the 2005 World Freefall Convention. I have mixed emotions about the event this year. I’ve worked at the convention since I was 14 - starting out running errands and answering phones, and then filling in for my mom or one of the other girls in manifest when they’d need a break. I didn’t go full time until a few years later, but it’s been me and mom almost every year since. She made a last minute decision not to go this year and while I’m still looking forward to seeing all my friends and getting back into the whirlwind pace of it all, without her, the event turns more into work than a family reunion. I have a good partner this year, she’s been at the event for 9 years - not in manifest, but she’ll catch on quick.

I know I’m just anxious. I’ll settle into things once I have my first cup of coffee from Charity’s, and hear the songs from the air traffic control tower in the morning. That’s when it’ll feel like home again.

Until then - peace out, cub scouts. Don’t forget to miss me.