Go West, Young (Wo)Man
It has been an insane week.
There's been something of note going on every evening since last Tuesday. Which would explain, perhaps, why I didn't finish packing for my weeklong venture -- of which I've known since, oh, late May -- for which I've been mentally and otherwise preparing for since the beginning of the month -- to which I've been counting down the days since June -- ten minutes ago.
Hey, I'm still marginally ahead of schedule. It's a good thing.
The catch to the packing process is the simple fact that I'm driving. When I fly, I pack small. I went to England for a week (in February, including a wedding) with a carry-on bag. When I drive, I pack ... everything. I'm prepared for almost any weather. (If it snows, I guess I'll just have to layer like it's, you know, snowing in July.) I have clothes for hiking, winery-hopping, hottubbing, nights out, quality ranch time, and some potential job-search-networking-type-stuff. And it's possible I have too many shoes.
A girl's gotta be ready for anything, okay?
And so it is that I'm headed west. Just me and Sophie ... and Jonbear ... and perhaps a cousin for one leg of the trip. And of course all the people I'm dropping in on over the course of the week.
Hmm.
There's been something of note going on every evening since last Tuesday. Which would explain, perhaps, why I didn't finish packing for my weeklong venture -- of which I've known since, oh, late May -- for which I've been mentally and otherwise preparing for since the beginning of the month -- to which I've been counting down the days since June -- ten minutes ago.
Hey, I'm still marginally ahead of schedule. It's a good thing.
The catch to the packing process is the simple fact that I'm driving. When I fly, I pack small. I went to England for a week (in February, including a wedding) with a carry-on bag. When I drive, I pack ... everything. I'm prepared for almost any weather. (If it snows, I guess I'll just have to layer like it's, you know, snowing in July.) I have clothes for hiking, winery-hopping, hottubbing, nights out, quality ranch time, and some potential job-search-networking-type-stuff. And it's possible I have too many shoes.
A girl's gotta be ready for anything, okay?
And so it is that I'm headed west. Just me and Sophie ... and Jonbear ... and perhaps a cousin for one leg of the trip. And of course all the people I'm dropping in on over the course of the week.
Hmm.
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