My heart feels broken, or at least seriously cracked, to think of leaving in the morning. In the same way that Juno has had grandmas (her very most important ones) nearby, Linden will have Shay. Also Doris. I can explain later if you need me to.
And “on the way home” I plan to visit our granddaughter Juno, unless I am overcome by fatigue somehow. But I still need to wend my way home.
I believe this will be my last marathon solo driving trip. I said that in 2012, though that trip was a few thousand miles more than this trip will be when it’s said and done. As I become more familiar with where Susan, Laine, Shay and now Linden, live, I feel more confident about choosing options of getting here.
It makes my bravado of saying, “I’ll just drive down!” seem a bit silly. I have no real regret… but I almost bit off more than I can chew. It all worked out so well vis a vis Linden’s birth, and that is really all that counts.