Friday, June 20, 2008
We were so happy to crash at Oma and Opa's house before beginning the drive in a passenger car to Iowa. It was incredibly liberating to know that our belongings were being shipped to Texas. In the taxi, on our way to the airport, to bid farewell to Boston for who knows how long - I was convinced that I had left something behind - which was impossible, because everything was either packed in a pod, in our suitcase, or had been given away. A strange feeling to leave one's home of 2 years with just ourselves and as little luggage as we could get away with for two months.
This is a picture of Laurel at a rest stop in IL - aren't the colors wonderful? I didn't edit this photo at all!