to ramble …

Anticipation. The closer the start of a trip comes, the more excited I get. I think this true for most of us. The 11 year old of the house woke up at 6:45am so excited for his plane trip that didn’t leave until 11:00pm. Myself, I couldn’t fall back asleep after 7:00am this morning.

Today is the beginning of two journeys. The first is a metaphorical one – today is the five year anniversary of my cancer removal surgery. This journey is noted by the absence of things in this new future. No frequent pelvic exams and no more counting the months and years I am cancer free. I am DONE.

The other journey is that I’m leaving later today for Ocean Shores. Three days of oceanic bliss, pampering, and a whole lot of slacking.

When I first planned this trip, I had envisioned I would spend my days at Roosevelt Beach with my sweet Tito. He would dig while I read trashy sci-fi novels. His absence will make some of this trip a little bittersweet. But I will stroll the beach and recall treasured memories of our many trips there.

Geekily, I will be dorkumenting my trip with a GPS track and lots of pictures.

I can’t leave yet though. For one thing, I have to wait until the laundry is done; I’m washing all my bedding so I’ll come home to a nice clean bed. For another, I still have to pack.