That distance suddenly felt incredibly short and I realized that I was diving into the deep end without really first learning to swim, and yet, I was so excited, I was ready to tackle the high dive.
On my drive today, I racked my brain trying to think of the farthest north I had been solo. The furthest I could think of was Huntsville, a mere two hours (if that) away. Sure, I went to Chicago on a choir tour, St. Louis on a mission trip and friends and I went to Nashville together just a few weeks ago, but solo? Nope, that was a totally new feeling.
As I crossed the Alabama state line today, an odd feeling came over me, a simultaneous pull towards home and a gust of wind pushing me onward. I felt like Sam as he ventured with Frodo. It was only the very beginning of their incredibly long journey when Sam stopped in the middle of a field and thoughtfully said, "If I take one more step, it'll be the farthest away from home I've ever been." Frodo answered Sam's concerned thought with a quote his uncle Bilbo always told him: "It's a dangerous business, Frodo, going out your door. You step onto the road, and if you don't keep your feet, there's no knowing where you might be swept off to."
Today, I stepped out of my own little Shire, and I can't wait to see where I get swept off to!
Miles traveled: 576.1
Gallons of gas purchased: 19.3
Hours in the car: 9.5
States: Alabama, Tennessee, Kentucky, Illinois and Missouri