Caleb drops me off at the Guam Airport, and we agree to meet on the other side of customs after he returns the rental and makes sure all his employees are on their first flight home. We have an on-time departure and nap our way to Hawaii. I get pulled aside for a random check, and the agent is more interested in asking questions than looking through my bag. A guy switches seats with Caleb on our second flight, and luckily, Caleb is up to hear the guy trying to get us to buy him wine because the attendants charge the card on file with the seat number.

Caleb’s legs after diving

We get a proper breakfast in San Francisco, fly to San Diego, and get an Uber home. We walk to the beach and see a car event. We walk to Grocery Outlet for laundry soap and need more quarters because the laundromat is charging for drying again. We put away clothes, go look at an available apartment away from our current situation, and upon return, can relax with both families, full of kids, gone for a while. I make us dinner, sweep, and wash dishes — all the chores that make traveling more enjoyable.