Would anyone care if I took a bath and pajama'd up - then refused to leave my bed until tomorrow? I am so happy to be home. It feels like it's been forever. We saw a sign in California that said 'next gas in sixteen miles' and laughed. In Wyoming, Utah, and Nevada the signs say 'next gas in eighty miles'. Who can't wait sixteen more miles? Eighty seems more dire, especially if you are drinking plenty of water to stay hydrated. I never realized how dense the traffic was in California. Everywhere else, you pass cars and they pass you on two wide lanes of the interstate. Here, you are bumper to bumper across six narrow lanes and are hoping nobody cuts you off before you cross over to your exit. We exited the I-880 for a trip down 17 and when I saw the ocean (and escaped city traffic) near my little town of Marina, I was at peace, once again. I am so happy to be home!
Sunday, November 22, 2015
Home at Last
Dear Diary,
Would anyone care if I took a bath and pajama'd up - then refused to leave my bed until tomorrow? I am so happy to be home. It feels like it's been forever. We saw a sign in California that said 'next gas in sixteen miles' and laughed. In Wyoming, Utah, and Nevada the signs say 'next gas in eighty miles'. Who can't wait sixteen more miles? Eighty seems more dire, especially if you are drinking plenty of water to stay hydrated. I never realized how dense the traffic was in California. Everywhere else, you pass cars and they pass you on two wide lanes of the interstate. Here, you are bumper to bumper across six narrow lanes and are hoping nobody cuts you off before you cross over to your exit. We exited the I-880 for a trip down 17 and when I saw the ocean (and escaped city traffic) near my little town of Marina, I was at peace, once again. I am so happy to be home!
Would anyone care if I took a bath and pajama'd up - then refused to leave my bed until tomorrow? I am so happy to be home. It feels like it's been forever. We saw a sign in California that said 'next gas in sixteen miles' and laughed. In Wyoming, Utah, and Nevada the signs say 'next gas in eighty miles'. Who can't wait sixteen more miles? Eighty seems more dire, especially if you are drinking plenty of water to stay hydrated. I never realized how dense the traffic was in California. Everywhere else, you pass cars and they pass you on two wide lanes of the interstate. Here, you are bumper to bumper across six narrow lanes and are hoping nobody cuts you off before you cross over to your exit. We exited the I-880 for a trip down 17 and when I saw the ocean (and escaped city traffic) near my little town of Marina, I was at peace, once again. I am so happy to be home!
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