came entirely too fast. It took five minutes to have my life packed back into a duffel bag and carry-on. I brushed my teeth, yanked a hoodie over the baseball t-shirt I had slept in, and pulled on a pair of old jeans before Jamie even began to move. After pulling my auburn hair back into the trademark ponytail I was known for, everything was set. I flicked the bedroom light on while pulling a pair of headphones through the collar of my hoodie. Jamie was refusing to move from the bed we had shared for the night. “It’s way too early to pull you out of bed by your toes. You’ve got to get ready to head to the airport.” Jamie responded with a non-committal grunt, taking her pillow and putting it over her head. Her words muffled, I was impressed and disappointed with myself at the same time for knowing what she said. There were at least three layers dividing us. “Give me five minutes, Ash. Five minutes.” Rolling my eyes, I walked upstairs to grab some granola bars to stick in my backpack for the long flight ahead.
