Going Greyhound

This week I took Greyhound from Rogers, AR to Tacoma, WA.

2 days, 5 hours. 5 buses. 8 bus drivers. Approx. 2500 miles
Approximately 90 lbs of luggage that I had to transfer and lug around several times.
Lots of good times.

Don't worry, I've taken the bus across country several times. I'm a pro, actually. And I enjoy it. Trying to sleep at night can be rough (actually, this time the first night was iffy but the second night I slept great, for many long hours), but other than that I like it. I like the people I meet and the experiences of being with a group of people that become united. By the end, as various people that you've been with for well over 24 hours get off at their stops, you wish them well with whatever they're doing there (because you know by now) and feel a little sad to see them go. At least I do. I love that when people care to connect we can so easily love each other. I met some great people this time around, including one awesome lady who became as a good a travel companion as if we'd really come together. I was especially glad she was looking out for me when I had to get off the bus for a 1 hour cleaning stop and I was sound asleep. I think I acted like I was drunk, but she made sure I was okay. I think that's why I like the bus ride, it highlights important life lessons. Most of which I don't have time to write, but the basic one being we need other people in this life. And a wonderful, loving Heavenly Father gives us people in so many ways. I'm grateful!

And now I'm in Washington, enjoying time with my favorite big brother and his "womenfolk." Brushing up on my Spanglish with Elisabeth. Helping Sofia with Relief Society and food and other fun things. And just loving being in a different world and enjoying life.