I live in the Land of Roads Less-Travelled. Every morning in the span of an hour, I am blissfully treated to sand in my shoes, the echoes of oyster gravel crunching beneath my feet, cobblestone roads, and the residue of red clay as my dog Millie and I traipse through the woods. But this weekend I am fleeing to the Land of Laughter as I meet my BFF from college. There are pangs of guilt as I flee the threat of Tropical Storm Karen. Those left behind will have to batten down the hatches without me. Sorry, but my friend and I haven't seen each other in five years and this trip was already scheduled.
I am headed off to the Big City, with promises of concerts, pedicures, room service, and memories. Sometimes, it's the Road Less-Travelled that leads your soul to happiness. And sometimes, it's just the Damn Interstate that gets you there.
Have a Fabulous Friday, and stay safe whichever path you choose.