As she rode to the Minneapolis airport, to catch a flight to New York, she felt a piece missing.
The first time she made the trip, she was a precocious high school sophomore, travelling with her family, bubbling over her stack of books and printouts with plans and ideas and sights to see.
Her next trip was after her first year of college, visiting friends interning there for the summer. Freedom! Chance! Adventure in the big city!
She’d been back a dozen times since, both for vacation and business. And today, for the first time, it felt like a chore.