The full moon was lovely over Jenifer Street last night. I enjoyed the view from my little balcony. The cats enjoyed it, too. I've only got two more weeks at the Jenny St. sublet. There are so many things that I'll miss when I move. ... Sigh.
I've gotten so used to the comfort and familiarity of Madison and to having my dear friends so close by. It's difficult for me to understand why I would intentionally choose to leave this beautiful midwestern home of mine. But I am. I am leaving. I've told my friends, my family and the cats. Now, I've got to do it. Hard work. But I believe it will be worth it.
For the next full moon, I plan to be about 2000 miles west of here. That's hard to believe. But then for the last full moon, I was in San Francisco. That's hard to believe, too. ... Seems like a long time ago.
I drove another 530 miles over the weekend. Saw my sister in the Twin Cities. That makes at least 5500 miles I've put on my car since May 16. I never thought I'd enjoy so many road miles. The thing is, through this "practice" of long highway driving, I'm discovering a sense of freedom and self-determination that I don't think I've ever known. My worry is that as soon as I put down roots again (which I know will feel good), I'll loose that feeling. I guess I'll just have to see how I can keep it alive in me.
Note to self: Remember it's fun.