For the last 9 years, March 12th has been a particularly rough day for me. Not necessarily a sad day, but a day that annually brings me feelings of frustration and a sense of loneliness. However, March 12, 2017, North Carolina broke the streak and did what I never thought would be possible again – North Carolina made March 12th a new day with new memories: North Carolina made it a snowy Sunday.
If ‘new’ was a tangible item you could hold in your hand, I could fill this travel trailer with it. Adding inventory of ‘new’ is good though, because i’m pretty sure to change your life, you’re going to have to do something new, so we must be doing something right because this trip, has been nothing but new.
We haven’t had to set an alarm on this trip yet, but last Sunday (3/12/17), I was woken up by the shivering of my own body and the chattering of my own teeth. I looked out the window and the ground was covered in fresh snow. While I waited for Doug to wake up (my morning routine), I sat at my kitchen table and looked outside at the falling snow, it felt literally like a cheesy ABC Christmas movie, which even now makes me roll my eyes and want to go bark at Doug to ‘hurry the heck up’.
Seeing snow fall was a first for both of us. Also new were the camper friendly recipes we attempted and succeeded at making, the North Carolina backroads, the people that live on the North Carolina backroads, visiting the NASCAR Hall of Fame, Breesy learned a new trick by some of the kids camping near us (Lilly and Zack). Unfortunately, the two things that North Carolina could not fix, could not make new, is Doug habitually leaving the toilet seat up, and the brisk North Carolina air did not blow any new athleticism toward me, for I lost in putt putt, basketball, horseshoes, and just to make sure some things never change, although there was nothing to trip over, I fell flat on my face…twice.
Charlotte, NC –> Aberdeen, NC –> Rocky Mount, NC