Greetings from Lancaster, Pennsylvania! I arrived safely this afternoon after the first leg of my journey- an approximately 7 hour drive. I'm composing this blog post from my sister's living room where my two sisters, brother-in-laws (one still to be) and I are digesting a large, delicious meal and watching an episode of Law & Order. My youngest sister, Emily, is getting married on Saturday. We're all very excited for the wedding- my family is especially talented at "getting down" at weddings. Our gatherings are extra special because we have many people coming from far, far away (France, Alaska, Oregon, Texas, Hawaii and more). I'm sure I'll have more to share about the celebrations over the next few days.
I left Boston around 10am this morning. I hosted a "Last Chance Potluck" last night, and we had many people over celebrating my last night in Boston. Some people brought food, but most people brought wine. There was a LOT of wine. As each additional bottle arrived I thought, man... there's going to be SO much leftover. Well, a good bit into the evening, I walked past our "bar" where we kept all the wine, and two guests were picking up all the empty bottles. "This one is empty, too. So is this one. What about th... nope! Is there no more wine?" We winoed like olympic champs last night. Folks remained until after midnight so 7am came awfully early this morning. All things considered, I felt pretty good. I did have a tough time getting up only because I knew that getting up meant leaving home for good.
My dear friends and housemates, Richard and Rob, were helping with last minute packing and organizing this morning. These two dudes are like my MAIN dudes in Boston. I've been on a lot of adventures with them, and I knew they would particularly hard to say farewell to. I'm not so sure I had seen either of them cry before today. Some people say things like this can be harder on the folks left behind. I feel badly about leaving a hole in their lives, but they're resourceful gentlemen. I'm sure they'll be just fine without me. *grin*
|Teary-eyed Katy and Richard|
|Teary-eyed Rob and Katy|
I had been concerned for a while what state I would be in once I got on the Mass Pike (I-90) on the way out of Boston and saw it in my rear view mirror. I'm an emotional person, and I know the level of crying I'm capable of. I find crying to be therapeutic at times, and I'm not definitely not afraid to cry. However, what if I cried too hard while operating a motor vehicle on a busy interstate at high speeds? I mentioned some advice my cousin gave me in a previous post. "Don't look at Boston in your rear view mirror. Look at the pavement on the road ahead." Fantastic advice, Matthew. While, yes, I was crying on the way out of Boston, I managed to keep it to a safe level. Once on the highway, yes, I could see the Boston skyline in my rear view mirror, and I did something I didn't quite plan to. I intentionally looked back at Boston exactly three times, and then I didn't look back again. What's significant about that is that my boss had told me about a Native American gift giving tradition where the giftor will three times gesture forward the gift but take it back and then actually give the gift to the recipient on the fourth time to reaffirm that yes, they do truly intend to give the gift. I looked back three times upon Boston in my rear view to reaffirm for myself that I did really intend to leave and go on my adventure. Once that moment was over, the rest of the ride was rather smooth sailing emotionally. Kameko had a slightly different experience.
|Katy and Kameko as we hit the road|
Kameko had a melt down a little north of Hartford, Connecticut. She had spent the first 90 minutes restless and meowing. I had set up her green blanket for her, but she wasn't interested in it. She had known for days that something was definitely and totally wrong. Every time I sat down, she would creep up to me and crawl into a ball in my lap. She also wouldn't let me out of her sight. She probably thought I was leaving without her. Doesn't she wish THAT were the case right now. As I drove down I-84 in Connecticut, all of a sudden, she was DESPERATE to get in to her cat carrier- which she normally hates. She was in the back frantically pawing at the door which was locked shut. It was a pretty ugly scene. She was really having a little kitty melt down. I took the next exit and spent some time reconfiguring the car. The solution was to take the door off the cat carrier and place it in the passenger seat with the opening facing me. She spent most of the rest of the day in there. Whatever makes you happy, girl.
Kameko is staying with my soon-to-be brother-in-law's grandparents here in Lancaster. Gwen is especially fond of cats. I've heard that she's gotten in trouble with her husband Bud because she frequently feeds the neighborhood cats... attracting raccoons and other furry things. I dropped her off tonight, and I got the distinct impression that Kameko was going to be spending the evening in a little kitty dress, playing tea party with Gwen. I'm sure she'll be fine. Right? I miss her already.
Just one quick side note about road trips. One of my least favorite parts of roadtrips is seeing the amount of roadkill one does. It's unpleasant and sad. In my life, I've hit an animal only once- a jackrabbit got obliterated on US 50 in Nevada one dark August night. It's a horrible feeling. I watched a beautiful red-tailed hawk meet the front windshield of a Bounder RV today in Pennsylvania. Ugh.
This just in... I've been developing a sore throat tonight. Let's hope I'm not getting sick. This would be a bad time to get sick.