I was pretty out of it in Tahoe, still weaning off the meds and a shell of myself. Our daughter was traveling nearby, but lost, so we had her stop for the night with us as well with her cat, so she and her cat slept in the van with me.
Then we parted ways and KT and I stopped in Hancock, Iowa. The description of the park said it had bison, and boy did it. This big boy tried charging the fence at us! We backed away while contemplating the sturdiness of the enclosure.
We were familiarizing ourselves with the van and plotting our route to Illinois for my 30th HS reunion.
I’m sure we stayed in other places between Tahoe and Hancock, but apparently I didn’t take any pictures? Yeah, I must have been out of it. It’s like there had been a squelch knob turned all the way up on my emotions, so only the strong ones came through. But as I watched my world unraveling, the knob turned all the way left, and the static was loud. I felt everything.
When I took the job in California, we sold the only home our kids had really known (17 years in it!) in the Washington, DC area and relocated. When our son left college sooner than expected, there was no home to return to. So we had him move into a house we owned in Florida (where we met).
I was in a panic that the sale, move and relocation might have all been for nothing and my big beautiful bold career move might come crashing down on the whole family. I needed to find my mojo again.
