Today we drove to Illinois. We’re here to visit Helen, who is both K’s grandmother and one of her best friends. This is the start of our vacation. We’ll visit all day tomorrow and then get back in the car keep heading east.
As we were heading out, driving down our gravel country road, we were thinking about how much HQ is our home now, how used to living there we’ve become. We’re not from Seattle anymore, we’re from rural southwest Iowa.
And then we pulled into the gas station in town to fill up before we hit the highway. And out of the corner of our eyes, we saw a guy wonder over a little too close to our car. And our natural reaction was the classic avoid interaction with stranger who may be crazy or at least looking for money or a signature that we’re not going to give. So we ignored this guy for maybe a full 30 seconds before we realized it was our friend Craig. Of course, at the gas station in the small town, this would be someone we know being friendly (and wondering why we’re being so cold!), not some stranger causing trouble.
Maybe we’ve still got more city in us than we think.