Getting Going

Woke up at Evans place, got my stuff together and said goodbye to Marisa. She’s the last one of the direct group & suddenly the fact that I’m leaving really hits. So I spend the next bit of time trying to decide whether to bottle it up or not.

Walking down to catch the bus a light rain starts and I pretend that the tears are just more raindrops.
Lunch with my dad and he’s in good shape, absolutely amazed by the scrapbook. Back to Toms place and then out to my parents with my mom. Stuff finally organized, tea and conversation and scrapbook browsing.
Then calling nick and going to meet at the gym poking my head in and we’re off, at just the wrong time – rush hour in the rain on Friday the 13th, with the full moon and stuff.
A few hours later we’re at a VW Microbus convention and quickly known for our cross-country plans. Food, shelter and the day is almost done, but for some additional planning and writing.