I’m not big on symbolism, but it does seem appropriate to start this Route 66 pilgrimage at the End of the Trail (not just because I live at the End of the country, but…you know…because I’m starting over…end of one career/start of another…). Getting laid off has triggered this…I’m going to call it a mid-life adventure…for me. I’m fighting every instinct I have, which are telling me to stay home, don’t spend money and find a new job. I know it’s not the most responsible thing to do, but throwing the dog and my camera in the car and just taking off seems so…right. And unavoidable. We’ll see.
It’s also kind of poetic to begin this journey on Independence Day.