May 15, 2011 – Asheville, NC to SFO and home
I wake up early again to photograph some cool plants that look nothing like I have at home. Breakfast is calm and sedate. Some people are packing and getting ready to leave. It is getting that, fun is over feel. I feel like I could stay here forever. The day is cooler than it has been after last night’s rain storm.
Back at the room I start packing and deciding what can go and what I need to toss as too much to fit in my suitcase, God willing, is actually at the airport like it is reported to be.
I check my GPS and see it is only 1.9 miles to the airport so I have a little time to say good-byes. I’m a little sad, realizing that this weekend has been an eye-opener in so many ways. Meeting my fellow Roses and hoping-to-be Roses, and the staff of TWRP who have made my publishing dreams come true.
One of the ladies at the retreat lost her husband of 37 years a little over a year ago and I realize that could be me someday. Up to this point I’ve hardly driven anywhere outside my comfort zone and I’ve always had my husband as a nice cushion to fall back on. I’m a total cliché, a Suzy Homemaker.
But like I told Rhonda that last day, everything happens for a reason. It was much better to learn I could cope with all the mishaps of this trip and drive myself half-way across North Carolina and get me enough supplies to survive the weekend now, as opposed to learning the hard way I couldn’t cope when I’m all alone.
After hugs all around I’m on my way to the airport, now stressing about ‘do I have everything? how do you turn in a rental car? and will I find my way around the airport?’ Hahahaha since the airport, once I arrive, is the size of my grandson’s elementary school, I don’t think getting lost will be a problem.
I get my luggage from the airline with a C. Yeah!!! It is actually there. I go to the bathroom and try to get all the new stuff in the already filled suitcase, only have to toss one sweater to make it all fit.
I check in and have lunch. Yummm! and call husband to tell him I’m safely at Asheville airport.
Once at my gate I get a phone call from airline with a D to tell me flight is delayed several minutes. Of course it is!!!
Finally get on another puddle jumper and fly 33 minutes to Atlanta to get BIG plane Boeing 767 home.
Arrive back in San Francisco, Sunny California to rain!!! and the person I’m most thrilled to see….husband!!!
I talk non-stop all the way home about the adventure, but he’s used to that and just nods and says yes or no from time to time.