It is never good to start off with worries because it inevitably creates a problem. I left the house at 9:30 which was between my 9 and 10 planned time. Good. 495 no traffic, Mass Pike, no traffic. As I continued on the Pike, I realized it has actually been a long time since I have done this on my own. Dan always takes 290 through Worcester, which I don't particularly care for, and as I was driving I started to question my surroundings. West, yes I want to go west - not towards Boston. Needless to say, anxiety got the better of me and I missed my exit for 84. How does one miss an over sized green sign with a reflective 84 painted on it? I am not really sure, but I did and as I entered Palmer, MA I knew something wasn't right. We were forty miles in, twenty of which headed deeper west into MA than necessary, when Natalie innocently asked from the back seat, "How much longer?"
"Two and a half hours," I replied, silently cursing myself for not paying attention to clearly marked road signs.
"How many minutes is that?"
"190 minutes? Oh. I can handle that," she said and nonchalantly continued watching her DVD.
Deep breath. If she can handle it, I suppose that I can too.