My youngest sister (I’m one of 4 girls in my family) moved to Nevada a couple of months ago for a job. With all her family living in the Midwest, I can’t imagine how it felt moving so far away from “the herd”. A leap of faith, understated.
But you guys. Her job? Pure awesome.
And I am so proud of her.
But I’ll selfishly admit, I kinda hate how far away she lives, from the herd.
Tomorrow, I’m sending her a postcard. A postcard from Rar Rar Press, an artist that serves her fonts straight up, no chaser. I love everything that she does (she can even make cussing look pretty).
Of course I made a road trip out of my “it’s really not that far” postcard. Stopping in all my favorite places. The trip starts in Indy, moves north to Holland Michigan, then south to Ft. Myers Beach, and then ends up in naughty Las Vegas.
It’s only 4,056 miles, one way.
With three kids in the backseat? Piece of cake. Right?