teeter totter

This morning M and I waved from my parents driveway as J drove off with nearly all of our earthly belongings tucked into the back of our car.  He's heading east to meet my brother then south, south, south, passing borders and customs and hopefully please for the grace of all things holy he will safely and with wallet intact glide through each border and enjoy cold cervezas in between. In two weeks we will follow, the road narrows slightly and three becomes two waiting again to become three.

We found ourselves up late last night packing and repacking, shaking our heads at the things we think we need.  At the top of my list of dumb things is this stool a friend gave us that has a pocket on it with a little cooler.  Apparently you can stick some beers in there and have yourself a seat.  Second on the dumb list is a pancake griddle.  I've noticed with this journey that people want to give us things, whether they think we need them or this is how they show their love I am not sure but the griddle was pressed upon us last night and we were too dumbfounded to decline.  J's list is different, he grimaced at the large pottery bowl and when I crammed in a pound of coffee he smirked at me, a smirk I bet he'll forget when he's drinking his first jungle cup.  Some things simply couldn't make the cut so we actually left the wine.  We left the wine and took the stool. This whole thing is making us batshit. At least we know what to ask for when our first visitor comes next month.  

I can't believe it's here, this thing.  As he drove off I once again thought what the hell are we thinking but underneath or maybe on top it's tinged with the excitement of it all, we are either the dumbest people I know or the bravest but either way, game on.  Unemployed and on the road, the wind in our back and a stool with a cooler to sit on. Watch out jungle, here we come.

PS. Ok, enough of the tough girl talk.  Somebody hold me. 

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