Thursday, August 22, 2013

What a Difference a Year Makes

 A year ago my travels led me to a strange place--home. What's strange about that? I always dreamed of leaving home, exploring the U.S. in my little van. It never occurred to me I would end the journey and go back. 

Then I got a phone call. For the first time, my brother got full custody of my nephew. They wanted me to come home and be a family. Of course, I did. The three of us are all we have in the immediate family department.

The deal was, I would stay in Omaha during my nephew's senior year of high school and leave after he joined the Navy. Well, he left for boot camp two month's ago and here I still sit. 

But guess what? This morning the journey begins again. I've got Glorie-B fine tuned and we are heading towards the Great Lakes in Illinois for my nephew's boot camp graduation. Is that poetic justice or what? That which ended one adventure has sent me on another.

I'm not sure where Glorie-B will take me after this trip. But then, if I had all the answers life wouldn't be much of an adventure, would it?

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