I’m home. Finally. That was the road trip from hell. 15 hours in the truck going to mom’s and 16 hours coming home. Rain, road construction, traffic accidents….
you name it, I probably encountered it.
Including the surfeit of skunks I mowed down in Mt. Pleasant, TX. And the road closure due to high water.
Side note: surfeit is what a group of skunks is called. Kind of like a gaggle of geese or a sounder of pigs. My personal hope was that it would be called a skank of skunks when I looked it up, but nope…a surfeit.
My journey home started with mom’s roomba (which slayed me😆)
and a truck full of household items from mom & my sister.
I drove through @Spann territory (Birmingham AL, for those not familiar with the weather guy who became famous for staying on air for 15 or so hours trying to bring Alabamans safely through the tornado outbreak that tried to wipe Tuscaloosa off the map)
I passed over many rivers on my journey home. Including, but not limited to:
I’m so sick of being in my truck (that now reeks of skunk) that I could yarf.
I’ve spent a couple of days in Georgia, hanging out with family. I’m out of clean clothes that mom approves of, so it’s time to head home.
I’m not heading home empty handed, either. My sister & her husband have been combining households, and a lot of stuff is finding new homes. I’ve got myself a comforter set, some patio chairs, lots of pillows and towels, flatware, and the dishes we used at my childhood home.
I’ve also got a full heart, because I finally have a decent relationship with the family I put through hell for all the years of my active addiction. That’s a precious gift.
I’ve had a great visit, but it’s time to go home. I miss my husband and my furbaby Mollie. Home is where the heart is, and mine lives in two states.
I’m standing here in my mom’s kitchen drinking coffee.
Side note: why didn’t I stop for half&half on my way last night? 0% fat milk just isn’t working.
Mom’s house is peaceful, and filled with early morning light. This isn’t the house I grew up in, yet it still feels like that save haven we all know as home.
Today would have been my dad’s birthday if he hadn’t died when I was a few days from my 14th birthday.
Daddy was a firefighter, and he loved the job.
We’re not going to dwell on the loss, though. We’re going to focus on the fact that today is my sister’s wedding day! I’ll be spending my morning recovering from a road trip from hell, my lunch at a meeting, and my evening with family.
Side note: today is going to be as exhausting as yesterday. I’ll pay for it tomorrow for sure. I’m already operating at a spoon deficit and it’s not even 9AM eastern time
I’m already close to crying, so I’m off to eat my feelings now. They’re going to taste like cinnabon.
I didn’t make it 40 miles from the house before I had to stop for gas in the glamorous town of Paris TX.
Aren’t you impressed with all that glitz?
While I was paying for gas, I couldn’t resist the breakfast of champions.
That’s right. Metallica + Donut Sticks = the breakfast of champions.
I passed through the megalopolis of Shreveport, which is always so depressing.
It was over fast.
Just east of Vicksburg, I20 passes through a slightly primeval looking bit of forest.
It was over fast, too.
Then I found myself in the middle of the Talladega forest.
The roads were dry at that point, so it was over fast, too.
The Atlanta skyline and traffic always make my heart sing.
That wasn’t sarcasm. I may hate driving, but I come alive in Atlanta traffic.
Side note: hell, if I didn’t, I’d get killed dead as hell for sure. I learned to really drive in Atlanta traffic.
Entirely too many hours, cheetos, Donut Sticks, & Starbucks doubles hots later, I’m at mom’s. Calling a cinnabon dinner. Because that’s how I adult.