Okay, I’m back from my giant vacation, also known as 3 days off. Unfortunately for you, there were about a trillion small things going through my head on the trip. I’ll try to keep the random thoughts to a minimum. The one-sentence summary is that mountains and corn fields still make me happy, I still stink at taking pictures, and my brother is (still) a happily married man.
A large part of the time was taken up with driving to and from the mountains, and the drive traced the last four years of my life pretty well. I-40 W takes you from the Chapel Hill area (2007-2008) to Winston-Salem (2006-2007) to Asheville (small trips from around 1987 to this week) in a few short hours. It basically served as a modern version of memory lane. And as the drive wound to a close and I went through the tunnel into Norfolk, I realized that it was kind of freeing to see those places and feel totally content with where I am now. It’s easy to question if you took the right steps in life, and it’s nice to see that the choices that seemed crazy a few years ago weren’t so insane after all.
And speaking of the big picture, it was wonderful to see my brother and his wife recite their vows to one another. I thought that since they were already legally married, that part of the ceremony might not seem as meaningful as it would the first time around. I was totally wrong. Watching them promise to love each other and be faithful, etc. for the rest of their lives was still a very big deal.