When I embarked on what I thought was to be a 6 week adventure in Minnesota, I was glad to be driving. Six weeks is a long time to be away from home, living in motels, away from those things that bring comfort and stability to one's normal life. By driving rather than flying or taking the train, I could bring things along that I normally would not have room to pack, like a favorite coffee mug and some cds.
A quilt to sleep under at night or curl up with in the mornings and a prayer shawl to wrap around me for comfort on the truly trying days.
Multiple sketchbooks and magazines to pass the time while waiting for appointments.
A calendar to mark off the days.
And Sherrie's quilt to grace the motel wall.
And then there are the things I didn't think to bring that friends have graciously sent our way. Placemats and napkins from Sherrie.
And spices too from Sherrie, as well as an apron and dishtowels and more spices from Suzanne who drove out here with me. They all make the cooking & eating in the room easier.
And as the 6 weeks has stretched on to what will be closer to 3 months, I am even more thankful I could bring these comforts of home along.