Yesterday I began checking things off the list. By 11 a.m. I had finished the last of work chores and enjoyed meeting friends for brunch. Afterwards I went to the Post Office where there was a package. I left my purse and briefcase with laptop on the front seat because the trunk was filled with items I was donating to a yard sale for the homeless in St. Augustine. When I returned to the car, purse and briefcase gone.
Instead of leisurely packing and cleaning my apartment yesterday, I spent the day frantically on the phone trying to remember everything that needed cancelling or replaced. I cried a whole lot too because the laptop represents much of what I have come to define myself as: a writer. It also kept me connected to the world as did the cell phone that went with the purse. For several hours yesterday I contemplated cancelling the trip, but then cooler heads - such as Joy's - prevailed and with the help of several other friends managed to get things done. By 2 a.m. I fell into bed exhausted and welcomed sleep only to wake at 6 a.m. to finish packing.
The road beckons and Jack Kerouac would be proud.
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