Manifest Destiny, that self-satisfied idea that people from the East Coast are doing the West a big favor by barging in, is newly embodied by the Krueger family!
It has become the theme of our long journey. Goodbye, Norfolk! Here we come, California! Bombs away!
“How’s moving going?” Megan texted me last week.
“Awesome. The first screech of packing tape gave me chills of delight. I feel like a new bride: excited and joyful and convinced none of those bad things that happen to other people will ever happen to me.”
“Of course they won’t,” she said.
Our journey kicked off with one of our longest driving days and the kids were great. We passed Chris’ ship in the Portsmouth docks for the last time, figuratively baptized ourselves by driving under the Elizabeth River, and emerged new and hopeful on the western side of the bank. Toward the end of the day, we climbed into the low-hanging rain clouds for dinner at the Appalachian Mountain Brewery.
“Wheeeeeee! Moving is so fun! Before, I was sad but now I am exited! Moving is so fun! Look at all the lights! Wheeeeee!”
—Isaac, on the way to the Navy Lodge last night