After the blown tire and vapor-lock detours, I had 750 miles left to cover yesterday. Thankfully, by the grace of God, I rolled to a stop in front of my folks house in the early evening. I think I heard Bertha give a sigh of relief, but that could have just been my imagination. ;)

It was more than weird to drive into town after such a long absence and I know I've a bit of debriefing and decompressing to do. My first inclination this morning was to put a sold sign on Bertha and run up to Albertson's to pick up a job application...but I think I'll give myself a few days before making any rash decisions. Meanwhile, it's just good to be home.