Life is a Highway

I spent last night in Medina, Ohio; which is between Cleveland and Columbus. I'm officially halfway done my journey! Yesterday was the boring drive, highlights included driving across New York and the wonderful $18 toll ($15 to go from Albany to Buffalo, then $3 to go from Buffalo to the PA border). As a self-respecting Mainer, I take the New Hampshire toll personally... the New York one is just sadistic. I guess I should also add that I crossed the Appalachian mountains in Massachusettes and drove along the American shore of Lake Erie. Highlights for today include driving through the plains, changing time zones, and crossing the Mississippi River.

My brain is still an absolute mess of emotion. I miss home and my mom. I am beginning to accept the fact that the midwest is nothing like New England, and I'm not liking it. At the same time, in my heart of hearts I know that I belong with Tom, and I should have made this trip years ago. The problem with life is that we are not given an instruction manual. We go through life hoping that we are making the right decisions, but we really don't know until we take the risk and either succeed or fail. It is scary to leave everything that I have known, but the last time I gave into the fear and stayed I got burned (by staying with Andrew). Tom has promised me that everything will be okay. He has never led me wrong in ten years, I have complete trust in him. I just wish that Missouri wasn't so far away.

I apologize if this post is whiney or disjointed. I'll be better once things settle down a bit.