Day 8 - Returning Home Lighter

When I unloaded my luggage at home, the first thing I noticed was that there was less of it. That was not good. Either, I had left something in Louisiana (because they have a warehouse full of clothes that nobody wants, they throw away any clothes that volunteers leave behind!), or I had left something in Ohio (when we moved things from the minivan to Dad's car). Since the minivan was a rental, I had to find out fast.

I called the group leader after midnight and apologized. Then I asked if she had seen a purple duffel bag laying around anywhere. It turns out that she had seen it when dropping off the minivan, so she had taken it. She said she'd make arrangements so that I could pick up the duffel bag at the place where the trip started. After the telephone call, I went to bed.

The trip which I thought would end today would officially end tomorrow, when the last of my luggage returned home with me.