To the Mountain

Leaving home is tough. I love my parents and enjoy spending time with them- the months I just spent in their house were a delicious vacation from the worries of young adult life. I was happy there, and did not want to leave. But, as they say, all good things must come to an end... and so yesterday I finished loading my belongings into the car and started driving over the mountains. The main interstate to North Carolina is still closed because of a major rockslide. The secondary route through the heart of the National Park is closed because of icing and a rockslide. So I went with the third option- a serious of winding country roads through the middle of nowhere. Except for some minor dizziness it was a pleasant drive- I took my time (not hard, since I mostly had the roads to myself) and took frequent snack breaks. I found an amazing arts center to stop at for a bathroom break. I took in most of the scenic overlooks along my route. And I arrived at the Mountain just as my book on tape finished, fifteen minutes before the program officially began. Success!!!