The Bitter Bus|Stop 2
The Honeymoon.
The night before we flew out was my Dad’s Celebration of Life. It was a beautiful but exhausting night.
5AM the next morning, Saturday morning, my husband and I boarded the plane to take us to our Honeymoon in North Carolina right along the coast (my favorite spot where I have been years before).
We had amazing weather for the first couple of days we were there. But a hurricane was headed into Florida that week and heading towards Charlotte where we were supposed to end our week and fly back on Sunday. I had been watching the weather pretty closely and kept thinking we would be ok. Then, our area on the coast was now in a Tropical Storm. So, us being from WI we know what thunderstorms are like and tornado’s but I have no clue what a Tropical Storm entails. Our AirBNB Agency we were renting wanted to come put the storm windows on and put chairs in such inside so they wouldn’t blow away. I’m like, er…uh… that can’t be good. I then had received a massage on Wednesday and I told my Massage Therapist we were headed to Charlotte Fri-Sat. She’s like I don’t know if that is a great idea. All I kept thinking is, I have never been through a hurricane and I don’t know that I want to know what that is like.
So now my nervous system is on high alert from all of this. I’m watching the weather, the hurricane and the outer bands are still headed along the coast of North Carolina and up towards Charlotte. I felt a decision needed to be made. So we cancelled the hotel in Charlotte and plane reservations.
Made a reservation for Thursday night in Nashville and got flights out Friday afternoon.
Bitter Bus set in……Again.
I could have used a full week for myself, with me and my husband, our friends. I needed that full week.
But as we all know, life has other plans.
We feel the feelings and keep going.
Sometimes you get handed one thing and then another comes and even another sometimes.
I don’t know why.
We are not being punished, it just is.
It’s in the being with what you are feeling but not anchoring or attaching to it, not building a forever home there that is key.
We had a good story to share by then staying at the Dive Motel & Swim Club in Nashville which I believe was a place to rekindle the romance in any relationship or just a place for a night to “Get It On” as Marvin Gaye sang to us in our room on the tiny juke box. Yep. You might have missed that blog post or maybe not:)
No matter what we always have a good story to share.
It’s a journey this thing called life, death and the grief that finds us in all forms.
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