A few years back Miserable became overpopulated. Cramped. Hovel like. A Third World hell. My Self lodged an application to move. Heart granted visa immediately. Head withheld my application pending an interview.
"Look, " Head told me, "We've always lived in Miserable. What right do you think we have to up and move to Happy?"
I staggered. I could tell he'd been chatting with Guilt. Just the sort of thing he'd ask.
"I'd just like to go is all... this place is a sodden dump. Look at all my tears. "
"Fine. Fill this in Miss Too-Good-for-Miserable, and we'll see..."
Head handed me a departure card. The list was exhaustive.
What are your plans for travelling to Happy? Approximate length of stay? Do you have enough fiances to support yourself in Happy? Do you have friends or family already living in Happy and able to support your application for status in the country? Will you require a work visa for Happy or a tourist visa only? How much money are you bringing into Happy? Any goods to declare? Baggage that needs to be claimed? Will you be travelling alone? Dependents? Immunized against depression ... and on and on and on...
"Does Happy need to know all this?" I felt sick.
I went home and called my husband, Matt. He already lives in Happy. "Shred the questions. Burn the paper. I'm waiting for you."
So, I'm writing to you from The Road Ahead. A postcard from Future.
Head protests. Let him, I say!
Heart and I bought milkshakes at a road stop in Fun. And we blew bubbles. And threw some of our caution to the wind. It was weighing us down. You must see Fun. Do stop by if you come this way.
And pass through Hope. Repeatedly, if necessary. Beautiful place...
Heart sometimes likes to ask me, "are we there yet are we there yet are we there yet..."
I have no map, so I can't answer. I'll know it when I see it though.
We play eye-spy to pass the time. Notice the surroundings. And breathe. We do lots of deep breathing. Song singing in the darkness helps too. And Matt often comes to sit beside us when we run off the side of the road. He knows where we are at, and he can get back to Happy all by himself. Good thing too. I don't feel responsible for his travels.
Head checked in with me today.
"Where the hell are we? This doesn't look like any place I know..."
God, I know...
So, pot holes and flat tyres not withstanding, Heart thinks we are pretty damn close.
Happy, here we come.
Destination: Road Ahead.
What about you? Any fun to report from your Road Ahead? Or perhaps you just need someone to sit beside you in the ditch for awhile. I hope you find that person and I hope that person finds you. Hugs all. Sometimes Road Ahead is full of pot holes... I'm on the look out for Road Stops with milkshakes and friendships. (And thank God for my Matt :)
Wish you all Happy writing this week.