Moving across country. Again!

Leaving St Louis for Seattle. Thoughts on the road. Leaving St Louis
was like a kick in the stomach. It hurts at the time, but you'll recover. Its not like going on a trip, where you're wondering if you packed everything (and there's this incredible knowledge that you'll be back). Its like, "if i didn't pack EVERYTHING, i'll never see it again". Eerie.

Then, leaving the bottomlands of Missouri, where the great mighty rivers Missouri and Mississippi collide, the scenery gives way to rolling hills and grasslands, yellow tan fields dotted with occasional trees. I see antelope scattered across the fields, like jacks thrown motley onto the carpet. These sights ease the tension and sorrow of leaving, tell of a new place with new inhabitants, waiting for me to discover. Its a good trip, but long and not over yet.