…to Pennsylvania. Which means nothing more than I’m a day away from arriving in New York. Denise, my coworker and good friend, is from Brooklyn, so whenever she’s in the area (the top, right part of the country, that is), she tags a trip home.
This time I’m going with her. And for the last month she’s been on serious count-down every time she’s walked past my desk. We’ll be there for exactly 31 hours, but I’ve been secretly adding up her list of must-dos, and it’s clocking in somewhere around eight days.
It’ll be good.
There will be pictures.
Speaking of pictures. I took some of those.
This is along the lake a couple blocks from my house. I used to always drive this way until they started doing this…
[sad face]