It’s official! Officially I am going to Wilmington! I’ve had the travel bug for some time now, and I am still astounded to say that I miss Wilmington.
So when I get off of work on June 30, I am going to drive to Pennsylvania, pick up Mike, put him in the front seat of Delilah, throw his luggage in the back, and start off across Pennsylvania on our 12-hour drive to Wilmington!
And I’m not just excited about Wilmington. I’m excited about a multitude of things:
1) The Drive. I fell in love with the drive to Wilmington and certain parts of the way along with it. I love the Sheetz in Breezewood, PA, and how all the gas stations sit in a tiny valley where huge roads intersect. The cigarette tower in Richmond, VA, how dangerously close I come to Washington, DC and all its scary traffic. I love Pilot Mountain in North Carolina, and the way I can convince myself that I already smell the ocean. I love being in a car for 12 hours, drinking coffee and eating beef jerky, seeing the number of North Carolina license plates increase. I love driving 75 mph and throwing my hand out the window to feel the wind rush through my fingers.
4) Bars. The Reel Cafe where I knew I loved Mike. The Blue Post. Barbary Coast, The Goat and Compass, Level 5, THE FAT PELICAN!
5) Beaches. Getting TAN! And seeing the ocean.
6) Driving around in the memories. I’m so excited.
If you want to get together, please let me know!