Our Japan group at the Golden Pavilion.
11am Phoenix time feels like somewhere in the middle of the night and I am moving slowly, quite frankly!
I know that is to be expected, and I am just going with it - whatever comes, at the comfort and quiet of my dad's house in Sun Lakes, Arizona.
It feels worlds and days away of where we were before loading up on the bus that would take us from the Toyko Dome Hotel to Narita airport - boarding our flight to Los Angeles before we scattered like a bag of dropped marbles to head to our separate destinations.
When you spend this much time with a group, it feels surreal that we could be hugging and heading off to our own domestic airlines and gates not knowing if we will see each other again.
"But wait! I didn't say goodbye to [fill in the blank!]"