home through St. Louis
We made a quick trip to Columbus Ohio to visit Quarter Horse Congress.
We have a super amazing fabulous project going on at the shop, that I can’t talk about here and let me tell you it is KILLING me!
A project that necessitated a trip to Congress.
It was fun, but quick. I really wanted to stay another day, but DH was set on coming home. He’s like an old horse that way. Once he gets pointed in the direction of home, it’s hard to keep him away.
We left on Friday, spent Saturday at Congress, and left for home Sat evening. (it about a 10 hour trip)
DH drove most of the way, but I took over in the middle of Illinois to let him sleep.
I had my trusty audible book I was antsy to hear and he doesn’t like it so much when he talks to me only to see a pink cord hanging out of my other ear.
So I had miles of interstate, a new cup of good coffee and my “book”
Except for the crazy wind, driving was sweet.
Especially when we came to St. Louis. When we travel to the east, I feel like I’m “home” when I see the arch. I count it a blessing if it’s at night. I had to split my attention and make sure I was making the right connections in the swirly mass of highway exits, but still - the beauty was intense.
I love soaking up the city in the middle of the night. Not much traffic, lights all glittering. Undecided if I like driving though. On one hand, there was no one distracting me by talking. OTOH, actually driving takes a certain amount of attention.
I think it’s curious how much it feels like “home” even though I’ve never lived there and really only come to the city for baseball games, shopping and doctor visits.
(I’m still not used to the new Busch stadium. I still look for the old one)
My father’s family moved to the country (where we still live) from “the city” in the 1960’s. Numerous aunts, uncles and cousins are still there.
I’ve heard so many stories that the places seem familiar. The street signs remind me of different tales that make me smile. I can see them in my mind. Of course, they are the visions that passed on to me from long ago memories of other people. So in all likelihood, they bear no resemblance to the places of today.
But I’m only traveling down the interstate. I’m not turning off onto any of those streets. They are safe from reality.
