Pin It The incessant call of preparedness whispers yet again from a distant room.
We depart town tomorrow around 9.
My bags are not packed—these are not only physical but mental and social bags as well—and yet tomorrow will undoubtedly come.
As I prepared sub plans for my class tomorrow, I found myself missing my classroom already. I was missing my students. I’m hoping they do well for the substitute. Of course, Jacs can most certainly take care of herself, and they are a good group of kids. No foreseeable problems looming out on the horizon.
Always before a trip I find myself in this place. The place of not wanting to go. Feeling no desire to pack the proverbial bags and to make myself ready. Yet, it always is that once the journey has commenced, I am glad that I have taken it.
Hopefully this trip will be the same.
It’s been a year since I’ve seen my family. It will be good to see them again, though short this trip will undoubtedly be.
Not sure how the Internet will be wherever I am staying as I have not made any plans or contacted anyone as of yet. So I may not post for a few days—not sure. I think I’ll just show up on someone’s doorstep. After all, isn’t that what friends are for?
Indeed it is.