I hate leaving.
Once I am on the road, I’m okay. I’m in the moment. I’m “on vacation”—whether the trip is a vacation or not. But the days leading up to the trip are a blur of packing and unpacking, sorting, skimming, and trying to make sure I have everything I need (or might need) without bringing “too much.”
|What I brought--not including |
the 24 inch duffel with my clothes.
I had gotten used to people asking “do you really need that” till Wookie and I found each other. He’s always been accepting of my packratish tendencies. Now I can add Ana* to the list of those who appreciate my packing genius.
|Wookie taking me |
to the rendezvous point
This is the first time we’ve traveled together and one of my biggest worries was that she would feel I was bringing too much. Instead my stuff was greeted with “we’ll make it fit.”
And so we did.
Ana, Steve* the dog and I set off a bit later than we planned but we hit the road today and its been a good day.
Wookie worked an event in New York today, so that’s where I met Ana.
From there we drove back in New Jersey, through PA, Maryland, and finally came to rest here in West Virginia.
|The first leg of our route was mainly I-78.|
We covered a bit over 500 miles. Saw some lovely countryside, the usual assortment of farm animals—mostly cows, and a few deer.
|Saw many farms like these. I love red barns.|
I don’t have many pictures from today because one shouldn’t take pictures while driving. There should be plenty of pictures tomorrow though—at least that’s my plan.
|Mandatory self portrait.|
*Names changed to protect the identity of "Steve" the dog and his person--mainly Steve-- because my cats are jealous of this trip and, should his identity be revealed, Rosie might start mailing him fur balls.