Thanks

As one final thought, there are a lot of people that helped me out these past couple of months. Pretend I'm on a stage, just been handed an Academy Award, and this is who I would like to thank:

Uncle John, for setting me up with your buddy passes and scheduling my flights.

Aunt Sherry and Ryan, for keeping my car, getting me to the airport, and letting me stay with you now.

Betsy, for caring for my Abby. All along I knew you'd be the most loving home for her, and I'm glad you were willing to give her a chance to warm up to Moses.

My brother Tim, for helping me move my belongings into your home, and Grace for allowing it.

Annie, for giving me a home while I was homeless that one week before I left. Hotel Waters definitely lives up to it's name.

Izaak, for giving me a home in Hamburg and showing me good times.

Jason, for giving me a home in New York and keeping me in a constant state of drunk.

Mom and Dad, for your endless support, encouragement, and enthusiasm. For your worrying. And for keeping on top of my mail, bills, and such, while I've been away.

The rest of my family and friends, for checking in and reading my updates.

My new friends, for making my tour extra special.

And, lastly, my Uncle Jim. Without you, traveling Europe would probably still be just a dream. More than that, I liked to think of you as my encourager to have fun and take risks while I was away. All I had to ask myself was, "Would Uncle Jim want me to jump out of a plane?" and the answer was always invariably, "Yes."

P.S. Grandma and Grandpa. I swear. I didn't inhale. :)