After six months of limited contact with the outside world, we’re finally able to (hopefully) release the pressure valve that is threatening to create a Shining-like scenario in our home. Today we departed Charlotte for the first time in months for a weekend in the mountains of western NC. We’ve all been looking forward to the trip this past week, with Miles bringing up repeatedly that we were “going to the mountains” and that we “better get his fishing rod.”
The car ride managed to lull Miles to sleep, and he stayed that way until the moment we pulled up to the rental cabin. As the car started rolling over gravel and slowing down, Miles’s eyes shot open and he started yelling, “WHOA, WHOA, WHOA, WHOA,” sounding completely disoriented.
Yes, Miles had been talking up our trip to the mountains all week without actually understanding what that would look like or where we were going. Once he was out of the car, however, he got really excited, racing around the cabin and its deck, pointing at mountains, and running in terror from spider webs.
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