Okay, maybe there is a reason. I decided to move to Oregon. Next week. For no other reason than the fact that I can. Soooo, I’ll probably take a break from getting blog posts done. Eventually I hope, I’ll make it to Oregon in Dante 2. I hope that the trip goes well. I pray the fact that I’ve never hauled a trailer before won’t be an issue and that I’ll remember to always park in a way that I don’t have to figure out the major challenge of backing up with a trailer. I can only pray that my bumper isn’t pulled loose. I hope my cat won’t hate me by the end of the trip.
There are so many things to worry about and yet, I’m not worried. Not really. I’m excited for the next. This adventure that is my life just continues on. I can plan to do many things, try to prepare in the best way possible, but until I’m actually out the door and on my way, I have no idea what will happen. That’s the way all things are though, although I sometimes forget that part.
My characters, some of them get to see into the future. Not me. I’ve never claimed to be clairvoyant in any way, shape, or form. I bet that talent would come in handy. Anyway, I just can’t say what will happen tomorrow or next week without actually doing it. The trip could go like all amazing and beyond wonderful. Or even though all four tires are new and I had my truck inspected and did a tune-up and oil change and even got him washed, it could break down. I might lose the trailer, my cat could run away in Texas, and I could catch a fleshing eating bacteria sleeping in one of the shady motels because it’s cheap.
Maybe I’ll meet Prince or Princess Charming and end up moving to London and living in a castle while traveling the world and being pampered like a princess. That would be cool. I could win the lottery, probably not because I don’t play, but hey, weirder stuff has happened, to someone, somewhere, I’m sure.
I just don’t know because none of it has happened yet. I’m hopeful, excited and listening to Ani’s song Anticipate a lot lately. That’s it. I’m hoping for the best and prepared for the worst. Even if parts go bad, like really, really bad, well, at least I’ll have an interesting story to tell. I’ll try to take lots of pictures when I think of it. I’ll post next month once I’m settled in.