It’s my last day here in Orlando. I’ll be catching a flight back home this evening, preferably one earlier than the one I booked. Whatever attraction traveling to trade shows once held is gone. I just want to be home.
The rain hasn’t let up for two straight days. I heard mention of a flood warning today. The weather is affecting my mood, that’s for sure. I might have felt more at home had I been able to see that dazzling Florida night sky. Then again, with all the strip-mall neon in this area, the odds of seeing anything up there are slim.
The best way to see Florida is from offshore.
Didn’t get out last night. I wasn’t feeling well, likely spawned from the stress of the show, so I grabbed dinner with my coworker and was back in the room by 8. We managed to cross the streets without getting too soaked by the rain.
I’ll soon be on the show floor, but my mind and my heart are already back home.