>You know that song? “Going on a jet plane…” Except I’m not going on a jet plane; I’m going on a bus. And I’m not getting married… my friend Jen is getting married to another J.
In case there was any doubt in your mind, I don’t travel well. In fact, I travel so poorly that Mom doesn’t really want me to go on this trip. She’s afraid I’ll fall apart due to the disruption in routine.
But I figured that while I may regret going and the ensuing falling apart, I know I will forever regret it if I don’t see Jenny get married. It’s too important. I have to try.
So, we’re pulling out all the stops. Mom wrote me a Social Story, basically, about the traveling parts of the trip. She labeled all the bus and hotel papers I need and highlighted the important numbers. I got the next Elsie Dinsmore book at the library (#5), and I’m saving it for the trip. I’ll bring Tigger and a couple of cats. I’ll bring my daily devotional book. I’ll even bring my own pillow (after all, the bus leaves at 6-something AM).
Wish me luck!