I leave Nashville as I found it; happy and excited. I am now headed to Canton, Georgia to visit with my sister and her family. Louie and I are so proficient in our travels that I worry what will happen to this new found talent if it is not excersised regularly. This next stop is a bit of a cheat; I am just not ready to go home yet. If there is one thing I have learned from this trip it is to stay moving and I am worried everything will come to a halt when I drive onto 626 D. Highland Rd.
When we arrive at my sister's house it is a surprise to her kids and that makes me happy. They like me and love Louie so we are instantly a hit. They ask me very little about my trip and a lot about what topping I would like on my Sundae, some IPAD game. It is as if I never went anywhere and is as gounding as the hardwood floor in Louisville.
Our college girl, Catherine, comes to eat dinner and I pretend it is just because I am there but those steaks look pretty good and I fear are big compitition.
My sister and I drink red wine and chat and those are always the best times. I remember why I am leaning further and further away from moving away and more towards just finding a better situation near by. You can't underestimate the power of debriefing with your sister over a bottle of wine.
Nicholas and victoria get ready for bed then come for their good night kisses and hugs and backrubs. They will sllep sound. I try to remember the last backrub I had.
In the morning I can hear my travel alarm going off a floor away. I leap up and chase it downstairs and for the first time realize my road trip is over. I have no reason to get out the atlas and contemplate todays route; no reason to rush to the lobby for coffee and no reason to charge the phone or camera. This makes me sad; so I go back to bed.
Recipes: Red wine and perfectly grilled steak.
Roadtips: All must come to an an end.
Renovations: Whatever you do, keep moving.
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