A big part of the joy of last week’s road trip was getting to make the drive home at a leisurely pace, enjoying rain-freshened breezes, sapphire skies and spring festooned hills all along the way.
As much as I love living in our beautiful coastal region, I was raised in a hilly area of Wisconsin and sometimes I really miss meandering through a rolling landscape. (Which is a little hard to come by living five minutes from the ocean.)
And so when I checked out of my hotel room late Tuesday morning, I had just two objectives:
1. To drive down any ol’ side road that looked interesting, especially if it was sporting this wonderful sign:
2. To find a country church/cemetery to take pictures of. (I just have a thing for quaint country churches.)
And so off I went, happy as could be, inhaling contentment and sunshine and fresh air in equal measure. I puttered along my way, constantly on the lookout for loveliness around each corner. And thankfully, there were plenty of lovely (and interesting) sights to see.
And then—oh, happy day!—I found my country church! The instant I drove by I squealed, “There it is! There it is! I found it!” (Thankfully, no one was lurking around the corner watching me as I talked so animatedly with myself.)
I hopped out of the car and was immediately immersed in quaint, country beauty and a clean country breeze. It was beyond blissful.
And then as I was driving through Carthage, NC, I saw this house and immediately made the decision that our family needed to sell everything we own so that we can move to Carthage and buy this house. (I eventually reconsidered the wisdom of sharing that plan with my family. But it doesn’t mean that I can’t request this house when I get to heaven.)
And finally I came across the most beautiful sight of all—a consignment store! Hurray and hallelujah!
A country drive, sunny skies, lovely sights, bargain shopping, quiet time alone, a family (and doggie) waiting to welcome me home—it was truly a trip that renewed my soul.
(Today’s road trip to Greenville, on the other hand, will involve one plastic surgeon and one oncologist. I keep saying that I think each appointment will be my last and yet it seems like another trip always has to be made. At least I have the memories of last week’s lovely trip to sustain me on today’s not-quite-as-lovely journey.)