That’s where my husband is tonight… a truck stop in Birmingham, where he’s probably waiting in line for a shower at the moment (lucky guy, huh?).
It’s funny, but actually knowing WHERE he is and that he’s moving around so much and getting so far from home makes me miss him more. For his two weeks of training, he stayed in one place, and it was only a few hours north of here. And that seemed “okay.”
In the past two days, he’s been through Virginia, the Carolinas, Georgia, Alabama, and tomorrow he heads to Arkansas. Just thinking about that and mapping his route in our handy-dandy atlas makes me tired!
I think I’ll feel better when he turns that truck around and starts heading back in THIS direction at least.