We’re leaving for about 3 months, driving from the southwest to the northeast and Nova Scotia. We have piles of our stuff packed by the door. It’s too hot (103 degrees) to pack the trunk now so we’ll wait till the sun goes down. My husband and I have always had different ideas about space, packing, and the "proper" amount of things to take. We used to fight … and then leave in a huff, smoke coming out of the exhaust and our ears. I think some of it was just plain old anxiety about leaving. I’m not saying we’re enlightened now … but we have systems that usually work and wiggly compassion for each other’s needs and idiosyncrasies.
Travel JournalJune 15, 2006 5:52 pm
General 11:11 am
The small uneven stone in the sole of my sandal grates against the cement as I walk. Examining it, I notice how it fits perfectly in the groove of my sole. I pry it out easily and it lands on the grass without a sound. If only change were that easy.
