So, the end of my trip. I drove to the airport, turned in the rental car, intact this time, and flew home. It’s hard to believe it’s been three weeks.

Finding my car in the Atlanta Airport parking lot

Finding my car in the Atlanta Airport parking lot
I slept the whole way home. Dramamine. This guy took me to find my car in the Atlanta Airport parking lot.
I got in the car and pulled right out and straight into oncoming traffic. I swerved off immediately. After three weeks driving on the left…
I got a room and got a night’s sleep before I headed up the mountain to home. By morning I knew where I was and drove on the right side of the road again.
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