Moving to a new location, especially to a different state, can be heart pumping, teeth grinding stressful. My son packed my six-room household into his racecar trailer till there wasn’t room left for even a toothpick. All set to go, he and I left at 3 am the Sunday morning before Thanksgiving. We dined and danced at the Bordentown City Veterans Patriotic Ball the night before, leaving at 10 pm to get a little shut-eye for the seven-hour journey. Early for us to leave a party, a great one at that. Alas, sometimes one must sacrifice.
Once I arrived and settled in, the stress was replaced with pure joy. It’s an adventure, finding my way around the Lake Gaston area of North Carolina. Last week I went to get my new driver’s license. The girl at the insurance office told me it was behind the hospital in Roanoke Rapids on Rte 125. I drove onto the hospital grounds and all around it looking for an adjacent property holding the License Bureau. No luck.
Finally I went to the Chamber of Commerce on US 58 for new directions. She sent me out to I-95 to the next exit where the building stood in plain view a mile away. When I left-with my new NC license, voter registration and a pleasant memory- I noticed the road sign said Rte 125. Yup. Just about three or four miles down the road stood the hospital. Different areas of our country express ourselves differently.
Monday, December 26, 2005
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