Road to Recovery: Day Off, Part 2

So yesterday was our day off in Vegas, and we enjoyed it.Today we were supposed to get back on the road.But well, we don’t want to. Our hotel is banging and we have a five day cushion before my husband starts his new job. So one more day by the pool and then we’ll hit […]

Road to Recovery: Day Six

Planned Route: Flagstaff, AZ to Las Vegas, NV 5 hrs, 25 minutes of driving 346 miles Planned stops: The Grand Canyon Today is the literally the reason for the trip. When we started talking about this move, the first thing that really excited my family was going to the Grand Canyon. There was something irresistibly […]

Road to Recovery: Day Five

Planned route: Albuquerque, NM to Flagstaff, AZ 6 hours, 16 mins of driving 363 miles Planned stops: Boca Negra, Old Town Albuquerque, The Continental Divide, Petrified National Forest It’s always good to be flexible and have back up plans. Construction got us in to Albuquerque about an hour later than we planned and we had […]

Road to Recovery: Day Four

Planned Route: Elk City, OK to Albuquerque, NM 6 hours, 14 mins of driving 432 miles Proposed stops: Cadillac Ranch, Tucumcari, and Petroglyph National Monument Today we start slowing down, which everyone is thankful for. But this is also what we were looking forward to the most, the Southwest!

Road to Recovery: Day Three

Planned route: Effingham, IL to Elk City, OK 10 hours, 37 minute of driving 715 miles Proposed stops: Gate Way Arch Uranus Fudge Factory and General Store, Three Corners Monument, and The Blue Whale of Catoosa, Well, an impromptu virtual tour of a potential rental put a slight crimp in our plans. We chose to […]

Road to Recovery: Day Two

Planned Route: Pittsburgh, PA To St Clair, MO 9 hours, 54 minutes of driving 654 milesProposed Stops: Topiary Park, Hoagies and Hops, Some of the world’s largest things, The Gateway Arch This is one of three long days in the car and we’re hoping my back can take it. We do have alternatives planned.But today […]

I’ll Be Back This Way

Messy brown curls fell over dark eyes. “You weren’t gonna leave without saying goodbye, right?”

Chelsea sighed. “I respect you too much to lie. I was trying to do that.” She wiped at her sudden tears. “Dammit, I hate goodbyes. And I already told you I was going.”

Road to Recovery

So when one day that was just like any other day the past eighteen months, my husband saw a job in a small town in Oregon, much farther south and east than we had ever discussed living, but it’s his dream job, at his dream salary, he jokingly asked me if he should he apply.
And, as his manic pixie dream wife, I said, “You’re goddamn right you should apply. Who cares that it’s not anywhere we ever considered living. It’s small and safe, on a lake, in the mountains, in the high desert. Oh no! It’s gorgeous! Whatever shall we do…”
Now, we’re moving to Oregon in a week.