The sands are running out of the North Carolina hourglass, each moment bringing us that much the closer to our final escape.
I make it sound like a giant, state-shaped prison, but that is unfair. Lots of people love this state and I’m sure they don’t need me telling them they are wrong. I can’t even say they are wrong, only that this is not the state for me. Or for my Gamer Girl.
I will totally miss the mild winters. And I will forever and ever miss spring, so lovely, so enchanting, so unbelievably beautiful.
But I will not miss much else.
Saturday we load up two cars, three cats, and a million hopes and hit the road.