Ready for a string of numbers? Nine months, forty-eight hours, seven-hundred miles, three months, three days.
It’s been nine months since I boogied south. In forty-eight hours I’ll be boogying north over seven-hundred miles of mountain roads. When I moved out it took three months to pack and store everything. This time I have three days to pack, load, travel and unpack.
And all this to come back to a place I don’t want to be around people I happily abandoned last fall.
The hell with it. I’m about to be a Pennsylvanian again with all the taxes, bad roads, corruption and oddly pronounced “o’s” that implies.
Life is funny sometimes.