Here I go again on my own...

Years ago when I bought my first real car ( a light blue 1985 Honda Civic - affectionately know as Clark) I decided it was my adventure-mobile. I dubbed myself "Adventure Girl" and I even had a faithful sidekick called "Tadpole" we went on what we thought were adventures but never really travelled too far from home...I honestly can't remember traveling farther than Lagoon, but nevertheless we had a good-time.

Now as a grown up I find myself on more adventurous adventures. I've even crossed the wide Atlantic Ocean. But I not longer have a sidekick. Tadpole has long since been married and is usually off on adventures of her own. Last night as the panic set in (which it always does before a trip) I found myself wishing and hoping I had a travel buddy. But alas, Marge is working, Mr. Right is nowhere to be found and let's face it, Gus the cat would not make the best travel buddy, he meows pathetically on the 3 minute drive to the vet.

So, Here I am, in Independence, Missouri on my own. Though I've got to say there's something to be said about going on one's own adventures. Today I boarded a plane, acquired a rental car and drove to my hotel all on my own (almost). I did have to call Marge to get directions to my hotel. I'd made one wrong turn at the end of my journey and got all off course. But now, after venturing out to find some groceries and some much needed lotion I'm back in my suite for the night watching "August Rush" and eating Ramen Noodles with Velveeta cheese.

I can do hard things, I just wish I didn't always have to do them alone.