Tomorrow morning I leave for a two-day road trip with my parents. I know. The good part is that we end up in New York, where I firmly believe that things will start happening to me now. At least that’s what I keep telling myself before I go to sleep at night.
If I’m leaving you behind, I’m not really leaving you behind, and I love you dearly and miss you already. If you’re where I’m headed, batten down a hatch or something in preparation. Then please love me and hang out with me anyway, even though I’m not really hardcore enough to require any sort of battening.
If you know me well enough to do so, any and all cell phone text messages will be greatly appreciated. Two days is a long time.