Change of Plans

I've been planning a trip to Boston for a year now. A friend is living there for a year while her husband completes a Masters and I have several other friends there. I desperately miss the girl who used to go off on adventures and my husband felt I needed some time away. All systems were go. And yet, I've had the unsettling feeling for months now that the trip wouldn't happen. I couldn't put my finger on why and kept praying for something definitive.

Then our trip came up very fast to see Mike's family. I told Mike I should cancel and he didn't think so. So I pushed it back a few days. (A wonderful flight attendant friend had offered a buddy pass allowing me to be flexible.)

I was supposed to leave Saturday (Oct. 29) and I spent Tuesday and Wednesday morning wrestling with the feeling I wasn't supposed to go. My mom was coming to help Mike watch the kids, everything was set. I kept praying and then a very appropriate email came from a friend who knew I was praying about this decision. I knew I was not supposed to take this trip. I could only imagine that my family needed me and the timing was off.

So imagine my surprise to watch the news as a snowstorm hit the northeast just hours before my plane would have landed? And the person who was going to pick me up at the airport ended up in a ditch and without power. I don't own boots but today I'm watching a beautiful fall day with bright sunshine and gorgeous colors. In Washington.

I've never been to Boston in the spring. So maybe...