Friday, July 12, 2013
Planned for a later start this morning to try to avoid Chicago’s rush hour. Here’s the rub: Chicago’s ALWAYS in a rush hour. I hate this stupid city. At least we got to sleep in a little bit.
No big events planned for today’s drive, just heading home to the kittens. As I write this, we’re already in Ohio, so just a few more hours to go.
People keep asking me why I wanted to go to Minnesota so badly. The truth is, I wasn’t sure. I mean, there were some little things I wanted to do – see the Mall, visit some of the Little House sites – and I always enjoy camping and traveling somewhere new. But I guess the main reason is I just feel drawn there. I can’t explain it, but I’ve learned to trust those instincts. They’re what brought me to Cleveland, and what have kept me going down the little side paths I was meant to take.
I’ll end with a final thought, put nicely by the late Douglas Adams:
“I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I needed to be.”
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