There's No Place Like Home

I have been traveling home more recently lately, despite the fact that I really don't have the funds to support my doing so. But, I can't help it, I miss home. I would really make the trip more often, if I weren't so terrible at driving long distances. The 6 hour drive may seem trivial to some, but it can be tough if I go about it without my many supports!

I have a routine that I follow when I travel home:

1. Pack the car-make sure to include enough pre-made meals to last me at least half of the time that I'm there. (I.e. stirfry and chili). Load up on Special K, protein bars, fresh fruit, and almonds.

2. Hit the road! Eeeerrrrrr. Screeching halt. Stop off at Starbucks, pronto. Might as well fill up the tank while I'm at it.

3. Resume trip. Try super hard not to suck down Starbucks so that I can make it the 2 hours til my next stopping point.

4. Fewf-made it! Sheetz! My favorite gas station. If I didn't stop for gas before, I'll fill up here. Probably finished coffee by now, grab a small one for the remainder if the trip. Hit up the fresh fruit bowl and protein/energy bars.

5. Back at it. 2 hours to go til Wegmans in Willes-Barre. Here! Hop out, dilly dally a bit, head to the salad bar and make a big spring mix salad with all the fix-ins: red and green peppers, cucs, red onion, feta cheese, and a generous helping of grilled chix. Done. Toss with balsamic vinegar.

6. 2 more hours to go. Homeward bound! Stick it out and don't stop until I'm there!

7. Made it! Run into the house and scream: "hello?! I'm home!" Cue the big smile on my face.

There's really no place like home.