Yes, we made it. We are home.
We passed the best sign in Oregon, “crossing the 45th parallel. You are halfway between the equator and the North Pole.” Awesome.
We honked as we crossed the Columbia River and entered Washington.
Then we drove into the driveway of our new home.
At our final goodbye at the park, one of my friends asked what was our plan for the coming week. Not able to see past 1237 miles to cover in three days, I didn’t have an answer.
The radio provided the answer:
Hold on, to me as we go
As we roll down this unfamiliar road
And although this wave is stringing us along
Just know you’re not alone
I’m going to make this house your home.
Settle down, it will all be clear
Don’t pay no mind to the demons
They fill you with fear
The trouble it might drag you down
If you get lost you can always be found.
Just know you’re not alone
I’m going to make this house your home.
-Home lyrics, Philip Phillips
My work is cut out for me.
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