12/23/24

The tap of rain against the window, my mother-in-law’s voice drifting up from downstairs. The soundscape of this house in Frisco is so different from the one I’m used to at home. Today was 12 hours in the car. The next leg will be even longer. Brian and I read to each other and watched the landscape change. We have done this trip at least once a year for a decade. It never stops feeling surreal to me that we can do this. We can sit still for an entire day and end up over 800 miles from where we started.