We crossed a lot of borderlines in the past two weeks.
      I flew from the good ol’ Commonwealth of Pennsylvania all the way across the country to Seattle, WA. Then there was a Budget Truck, which I personally drove from Ellensburg, WA to Las Vegas, NV. We passed through the borderlines from WA into OR, then into ID and at last in NV.
      We crossed into Mountain, back to Pacific.
      When Mark arrived in the amazing city of Lost Wages – in the middle of a totally spectacular monsoon! – we crossed into Arizona, Utah, Colorado, Kansas, Missouri, Illinois, Indiana, Ohio, West Virginia, Maryland and eventually… about a bajillion hours of driving later, back into PA.
      It was the longest so-called vacation of my life.
      I have more work to do at home NOW than I did before we left – and I had a buttload (yeah, buttload) of work to do then. But it was all worth it to finally have our big TV (haha) and our DnD books and boxes of old scribbles and Magic cards and just- our stuff. Our memories and our stuff.
      But I hereby vow that I will never – NEVER – make that drive again in a rental truck. Never again unless I have a comfy seat to lean back in or a van to make a bed in the back of, or a big ostenacious RV to nap it at will.
      But the good news is, we survived.
      We made it home, nothing broke or was destroyed (that we know about, anyway) and life is good!

Note: Image is “Arizona Crossing” by Josie from her crappy cellphone