I'm a truckdriver now. I drove the truck. All 26' of it (plus the car-on-the-trailer). Over 200 miles. Thru a snowstorm. With howling winds. I'm awesome.
Sight of the day: World's Largest Truck Stop...
I had a moment of reality where I realized that this isn't just a vacation. Not that I was somehow mistaken about the nature of the trip; it's just that I was thinking of it from the perspective of being "from" New England. Then I reminded myself that I'm actually relocating. Across the country. Not going back to New England. That stung ever so slightly. It's a very exciting idea to travel coast to coast with most of our possessions and the goal of ending up in California in February. Once we arrive though, reality will set in--we'll set about unpacking, finding places like Target and the post office, and building mental structures of our new world.
The functional, practical, everyday things like that are fun. The other part of that, though, is setting about building our social structure. Friends, acquaintances, babysitters (yuck, this almost feels like dating), churches, etc. I've decided that while I probably don't need to do "formal" therapy, I should probably find some sort of group where I can focus on practicing sanity and all that. These parts are necessary, but not fun. To me, anyway. Just the thought of it makes me tired...or it could be the fact that it's 11pm. Or both.
Tomorrow it's off to Denver for a couple days with the Z's!
2 comments:
Another few days and you'll be in the land of running outside in February and won't miss the snow a bit.
Not sad, nope, not sad. In denial? Yes, but not sad. :-)
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