I woke up this morning, earlier than my housemate, eager for some quiet time and meditation before our epic journey begins. About a month ago, I was living vicariously through her as she sojourned the Left Coast for much of the summer. She was on a solo trip, an adventure and exploration in finding those undiscovered parts of herself after a tumultuous year of life changes. I called it her Eat, Pray, Love journey.
We stayed connected the entire six weeks of her trip. I'd get a call from San Francisco before she hopped in the car to Tahoe. She would ring me before getting lost in the redwoods while I tapped away at the keyboard on a Saturday night. She was falling in love with San Francisco, I could hear it in her voice. It sounded free, not to mention, the newly acquired California-ness to her inflection.
I knew she was contemplating a move. She slowly pieced together all the important parts- job leads, places to stay, transfer of her Atlanta lease and support from family and friends. All signs pointed to yes.
She flew home on a Sunday, quit her job on a Monday and asked me to drive across the country with her on a Tuesday. That was two weeks ago.
You must know that this is my best friend, my maid of honor, my soul sister. We laid in bed last night calculating when we first met at 22 years old, ten years ago. We have celebrated many a triumph and grieved many a loss together and somehow see each other through to the next chapter. Our lives travel on the same parallel, but in different ways. It's weird. It's always been that way. I know that when beautiful things happen to her, that my life will be blessed too.
I couldn't really figure out how I was going to do this- pack up and drive across the country for ten days. The money. The time. The logistics of it all and so fast to boot. The Mister told me that I didn't have to know, but that I must go anyways because a rare opportunity would probably not present itself in this manner again. He's good like that.
For me, the last two weeks have been a hustle. Double work, deadlines, projects and one lovely weekend in Asheville (which I will share with you soon) have left me with little time to worry about how this was going to happen. I found an insanely cheap one-way flight from San Francisco back to Charlotte and bought a one-way Megabus trip from Charlotte to Atlanta. I sit on my best friend's back porch in Atlanta one last time typing this post and know that I am blessed.
And, so it begins. We hit the road today with Oklahoma City in our sights. We'll pass through Alabama, Arkansas and Mississippi before resting our head in OK tonight. At least, that's the plan. I'll be Instagramming and posting updates on Facebook. My goal is to blog the journey. Although there is no work to be done, creative discipline is calling.
Life is nothing, if not an adventure. Happy Trails!