After...

Goodbyes.
A restless night.
More goodbyes.
Backing up miserably.
Many hours on I-75.
Enjoying the time alone to just be still.
Stopping for the night at my dad's.
Making pizza and drinking Bulmers.
Moving junk from one car to another.
Loading up thing one and thing two.
A couple hours on I-20.

I arrived. In Augusta.