There's been a lot of rain. We traveled through the Carolinas, skirted around the 75 miles of I-95 that were closed off, ate the best ribs ever at the Smokin Pig in Georgia, and landed in Palmtreeville after a lot of driving. And Junior cried for only 20 minutes total, throughout the trip. She is now sporting a pretty high fever and is waking up, crying, every 20 minutes. But we made it here, and we're going to be okay.
Lots of mixed feelings. At the moment, mostly relief that we made it safely here, and that Junior survived and did okay. Tomorrow, we take keys to our new place (even though our stuff hasn't arrived yet) and start putting the pieces in place for our new life here.
I wish I had something more eloquent to say; it seems that now would be the appropriate moment for such a thing. But all I have is thanks for protection in this recent journey, and gratitude for guidance in the broader journey. And just a weensy bit of anxiety and curiosity about what lies around the corner.
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