Walking out the door, locking it behind me.
|Stonewall Bed & Breakfast|
I'm getting in my car, driving away.
I have never been so tentative about a trip.
First I had to say thank you and then trust.
Trust that we would all still be here and nobody would need me.
Still. Mom has the number.
Another let go in the form of the road which leads me there will grant me a return.
And life is an adventure
and the biggest fear we ever had was one of the unknown
and turn up the radio
and allow the wind to blow
And I'm betting this is going to be good. Great even.
'Cause why would I bet any different on us.
I think I will come here during the next eleven days but I don't know anything for sure 'cause it's a road trip and there are no rules.
Today I am grateful to realize that each time I let go it became more evident I needed to do so.