From that moment until we cleared security at JFK, whoa. Driving, packing, packing, driving, unpacking, repacking, driving. Little hitches and little glitches in plans crept up here and there and we worked the problems. And we drove. Man did we ever drive. Together, in separate cars. Throughs flat and hills. In three huge states, crossing most of two of them and half of the other, we drove.
Thursday morning we knocked out some errands in PA and may have even illegally peeked in the window at a certain house to check out progress. We also dropped off Ollie at a boarding house, where he hissed and probably vowed to go home with another family. Then we drove to the airport, checked in, and got on a plane. We turned off our phones in the departure lounge and it had never felt so nice; as much as the ringing of my phone has meant progress, I was ready to not have any more requests for paperwork or any more vendors, guests, friends, or family need details. For the first extended amount of time since we'd been married, it was really just Jenelle and I - on an overnight flight bound for Nice.
Monday, July 30, 2007