The leaving is hard. There’s always the worry that
something will be forgotten. Is everything packed? Were items unplugged that
needed to be?
The car windows need to be washed and probably should
have been done yesterday while it was warmer outside. The rest of the items
need to be put in the vehicle and I need to decide which coats and jackets to
bring.
Pele was being lovable and extra attentive this
morning until she was distracted by a gray squirrel. Hopefully, she will be
napping when I leave because if she watches me go out the door, I will cry. The
big white puff ball will be missed even though my clothes get covered with
white fur.
This morning it dawned on me that I don’t want to be
comparing this trip with the one in 2013. Yes, the route will be the same –
unless something catches my attention and I take a detour – but there will be
differences. My writing style will be much improved. More attention will be
paid to people met along the way.
My entire emotional-ness is different this time. There’s
a part of me that would like to say forget it and stay home. The excitement isn’t
here. Then again, once I get on the road, it’ll become so.
So, it’s time to finish what is needed and get on the
road. I will check in when I get to a hotel tonight… probably in Port Jervis,
N.Y., but you never know.
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