We’ve decided it’s time. We almost slept out in a beautiful park Friday night, but since it’s been pouring down rain and freezing and windy we’re really grateful that a couch host came through at the last minute.
It feels so good to be able to decide when we’re done with a city and be gone within days of making that decision. We’re thinking Monday, after we visit a free, mini golf course in the basement of a funeral home in Palatine, Illinois.
While mostly this trip is about escaping our anxiety and proving to ourselves that the world is good, I’m not about to say that we don’t have any of that numb depression that makes running away the most satisfying option in the world. I have that more than Casper, I think, and I’ve been listening to this song all morning. We’re ready to roll outta this town. We’ve built a fire and we’re surviving it; we’ve found a storm and we’re riding it.