12,441 Days Alive
2nd Day Of Traveling Adventure
I’ve never related more to Bilbo Baggins in my life.
Except instead of handkerchiefs left at home, it’s yarn and cats.
It’s not quite There and Back Again, but I miss my bed already. I can’t seem to sleep well here, but perhaps tonight will be better.
Gods knows I’ve slept much worse places. Like curled up outside a library on a top-cold bench half a lifetime ago.
It’s not bad here. I’m able to help Nan pack and provide a buffer when Beck shows up feeling exceedingly confrontational.
It’s going to be an interesting few weeks.
At least I might get a chance to catch up on my reading.