We woke up this morning to a semi-truck noisily unloading burrito contents into a Chipotle in Pennsylvania. It was one of those mornings where I wondered if I even slept at all. We basically argued our way through Ohio the day before over directions and other things that only become trivial with hindsight and when I swore my stomach was going to eat itself if we didn’t get food immediately (I get dramatic when I’m hungry, can I get an amen?) we called it a night just outside of Pittsburgh in a suburb called Wexford and slept in the car behind Chipotle after eating dinner there.
It’s hard to start your day with a smile when your neck is so sore that you can’t look left, and you still have six hours until your next destination (Philadelphia), but I needed to look at this moment as if it were already a part of my past. I needed to see myself and Scott from the eyes of my 70 year old someday-self and appreciate how funny it was and how glad I would be that it happened. If we never left the comforts of our home by the beach to sleep in the car in a strip mall off the Pennsylvania turnpike, I wouldn’t have as many stories to laugh about on the inevitable down days that life provides. Last night’s experience, along with the rest of our trip moments, will be a treasure trove of quiet smiles in years to come.
|Scott at his father’s childhood house in Muscatine, Iowa|
|Our friends Kate and Mike on their big day! The wedding was perfect and we love them immensely|
|Deep dish pizza at Gino’s in Chicago|
|Gotham city, ha. Or, rather, biking through Chicago with our friends in the rain|
|Vegetarian pierogis made by my friend Basia’s mom// Starting the morning with a hot breakfast on this trip has been rare. You better believe we enjoyed it!|
Next? Visiting the brother and family of a grandfather I wasn’t fortunate enough to know, then off to Wedding number two in Rhode Island.
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