Monday, August 30, 2010

Now the Time Has Come to Leave You

Well, the day has arrived. My car is packed to the absolute max, my bike is ghetto rigged to the trunk (Cheap rack + 1,439 zip ties courtesy of my father. Thanks Dad.), we have 3 directional tools (Garmin, Mapquest directions and an atlas), a book on CD rented, a snack bag stuffed with food (Read a large bag jammed with homemade granola bars, store-bought granola bars, apples, almonds, bananas, cheese sticks, applesauce, Wheat Thins, pretzels, and PB&J sandwiches. I do not think we will be hungry. Ever.), hotel reservations booked, fresh fuel in the gas tank and an alarm set for 5:45 AM. Tomorrow begins the voyage across Iowa, Illinois, Indiana, Ohio, Pennsylvania and New York to my new home in Vermont. All totaled, the trip takes 24 hours. I am thankful my mom is making the drive with me. Tonight, I'm feeling a range of mixed emotions. I am excited to start a new job that I expect to enjoy, explore a beautiful region and begin to become more independent. However, I am sad to be leaving my family, friends and the Midwest behind. Without a doubt, this will be an adventure...


  1. Well judging by the half picture that is currently being shown, your bike looks pretty sweet. I'm pumped that you took a giant leap and moved to VT. Now I have another sweet vaca spot.

  2. HEY YOU! I hope your trip goes so well and you enjoy the crap out of your new adventure! I'm excited to hear about it!