Five Hours Away
Home is less than five hours from here, and we could have pushed through today, but it is tradition to spend the last night of the road in Albany. For the past four days, we’ve been driving away from the quiet of wide-open spaces and into increasingly populated areas. The traffic has grown fiercer, and once we tagged on to I-90 today, it became the antithesis of most of the past five months.
So we stopped in Albany after another seven hours in Clarence. It allows me to gather my thoughts and wake up refreshed for what is always the prettiest drive through Vermont and across New Hampshire. We’ll be back at the hobbit hole before noon with time for laundry, grocery shopping, unpacking, a walk on familiar trails, and flowers from Carrie’s Dutch Bloemen Winkel.
The process of coming home—and that’s precisely what it is—a process, is slowly awakening from a dream. It takes time to understand how we’ve changed, what we’ve seen, and how the V…
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