Happily finding myself in the driver’s seat of a new car, and my old car now firmly in my own posession, I returned to my usual daily routine, imagining that my life was regaining stability. “Stable” is a relative term, however, and totally related to factors usually beyond human control. It’s not a generic term like “normal,” whose definition can apply even to the roller coaster track as long as it’s what we’ve become accustomed to. No, I was dreaming of life on a level playing field, a bowling lane where troubles lay only on the extreme margins of the track; a nice, flat, smooth surface where good aim and a prayer could strike success and make us jump for joy.
Returning home from a stressful weekend in Pennsylvania, I felt like a young bird returning to the nest after her first solo flight out. The hunt for a new car had been successful and all the necessary red tape to drive it legally was accomplished before noon on Friday. It was an amazing morning, everything fell into place with uncanny ease, and we set off on our roadtrip happily munching on lunch from BurgerKing.