Sometimes the Universe really does try to speak to us: While I was driving here in July, for our Berkeley adventure, I was terrified when a fawn plopped over the concrete median on I-5 South, while I was going 80 miles per hour. Hed just crossed the other side successfully but was clearly terrified and had that crazy look in his eyes. I veered into the outside lane to avoid hitting him (her?). There was room in that lane. I lucked out but I was shaking! About 100 miles South of the first fawn encounter, another fawn plopped over the median. This one was on all four feet quickly and looked even crazier than the first one I missed. Again, I veered into the next lane and this time, barely missed hitting him. Lucky me, again, but there was a car right behind mine. Im almost positive the car behind mine was not so lucky. About 100 miles South of the second fawn, a large flatbed truck carrying big rubber-looking tubes and pieces of tubes looked like it might be losing its load. Sure enough, some of the heavy pieces came loose and bounced straight for my car. These were large and would do a lot of damage if they made contact. I veered and one of the large tubes hit the road directly in front of my car, bounced up and over my car, and hit the car behind mine in the hood before bouncing into the ditch. About 100 miles South of THAT, a man driving a large utility truck in the next lane looked as though he was drowsy. His head kept bobbing up and down and he was clearly struggling to stay awake. Suddenly he veered into my lane, toward my car. I had nowhere to go this time. The lane next to mine was the concrete median separating my lane from oncoming I-5 traffic. There were cars in front of and behind mine. I honked my horn, terrified, he woke up, and over-corrected, nearly hitting the car in the farthest lane over. When we finally arrived to find the first rental house to find it completely filthy and un-secure (we moved again 30 days later), I looked at my husband and said, Boyyyy, I sure hope the rest of our adventure here goes better than the journey to get here! Portland is our home. Always will be. In direct contrast with our experience getting here, our experience getting home is amazing - all doors are wide open, there is joy and peace all around us, we have the love and support of our family and friends. Though there are challenges, meeting them has been relatively seamless. We are more grateful this year than we have ever been. What a wonderful gift it is to know this feeling. Thank you, everyone.
Posted on: Fri, 26 Dec 2014 22:22:23 +0000
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