i've always loved the act of traveling - of moving through space - whether it has been riding my scooter or sitting on a trans-atlantic flight or slowly exploring an underwater cave in the middle of a jungle. this weekend i took a 4 hour road trip to cooper, texas in our old truck. i was by myself on the dry texas highway and i loved every minute of it. i mostly listened to country tunes on the radio and cried, belting out those country songs from my childhood at the top of my pregnant lungs. man, i love doing that. it's been so long since i had the chance.
these were my first few days AWAY. when we realized that i've been with koruna every day for 2 years and that we're about to start this whole process over again, ian sent me to visit my mama, my grandparents, and my aunt and uncle in cooper (population 2,000ish). before i meet this one who'll come from me, i decided to spend a little more time with those who've come before me.
i went to slow down. i went to be taken care of. i went to hear my granddad's stories and to smell my granny's kitchen. i went to stay up late talking to my mama. i got everything i wanted and more. i visited the cooper museum that my granddad loves so dearly. i got to shop at my aunt and uncle's antique store. i got to look through old family photos. and i got to see a matinee with my granny, who hasn't seen a movie since driving miss daisy. (and i thought i didn't get to see many movies these days...)
and i missed koruna and ian. it was fun to miss them for a couple of days.