This prompt prompts one heck of an answer. The farthest I’ve ever been from my home, which is in the Illinois in the United States, is London, England. My wife is a huge Harry Potter fan and when she found out that a play was being conducted about the Harry Potter story years after the last story ended, she was so excited. She told me about the play and then said “I know we can’t go, but imagine how cool it would be to see that!”
We went. I surprised her with tickets and told her we would find a way. My manic mind decided that we would put our cars up for loans when I didn’t work enough overtime to cover the costs. What ensued was pure, sweet chaos.
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