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It's officially official, folks.

By revolutionaire.

One early evening, while Angela and I were working out on a couple of treadmills at 2YH, she was struck by something. ... No, not literally struck. Just, suddenly she looked at me with a twinkling and I got an inkling she was up to no good. Pleasantly surprised by her clever plan, I eagerly jumped on board determining destinations.

The conversation went something like this:
"Let's go on a cruise! No, let's go on a roadtrip! No! Let's go visit New Hampshire! Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!!!"
Before we realized the complexity of the scheme, we were planning dates around spring breaks and work schedules. We were considering rations to avoid buying fast food, talking of splitting gas costs and sleeping in the car.

Over the next few days we debated keeping this trek a secret. We considered simply arriving in New Hampshire with a box of Krispy Kreme and some home spun love for our Northern friends. But when push came to shove, we weren't able to hold our excitement in.

It's officially official today, because today I officially reserved my days off -- as in, I officially wrote them on the company calendar as MINE, all MINE!

So, we leave in about 687 hours and .... honestly, I ought to be packing. But who can pack when we've still got so much planning to do? I mean, we haven't determined who's driving when, where we'll be sleeping. How we'll manage the snow situation and what it's going to be like to drive in that. We do know we're taking her car, but we don't know what we're packing in it. Knowing she and I, with all that we'll pack and prepare for, we'd probably be able to survive for weeks on just the sustenance we stuff in the trunk. :)

Needless to say, I'm eager to go. Eager to be on the open road. Eager to turn my back on Florida ... just for a few days.

I [do and don't] love this place.

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