For some reason, there's a cargo truck in my driveway where my Toyota would usually be. It contains got my parents' old kitchen table as well a couple of chairs and a table.
Tomorrow it will be empty and I'll be heading northwest with a friend to pick her stuff up in Kalamazoo. I've never been to Kalamazoo and I want to take time off.
That means working today, but I also want to clear my mind up. There were other things in the van as well and I want to set them up in the house so I get back to a nice place.
I'm nervous for reasons I don't want to write out but you can probably guess them. I'm not entirely sure of my motivation for this trip, and I know she's going to have an emotional reaction to being there.
Why am I doing this? Every time I raise that question inside, all of my thoughts are positive about the experience. I'll go some place I've never been, and it will be to where she is from, or at least where she was before this. We are not a couple, but just friends.
I may have more to day. Now I have to get work done.
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