... is paved with famous names. Or familiar ones. Evangeline. Toomey. Cobb. It's amazing what amuses one when you're crawling along the interstate at 20mph. We've arrived in Texas safe and sound. I still need to put some thoughts together, because right now the experience is a bit overwhelming. Every single convenience stop, gas station, or scenic outlook along the way looked like a tailgate party gone insane. Every mile or two, you'd see a string of four or more cars pulled over to the side with their hazard lights on, swapping bags from the trunks, moving people from one vehicle to another. I'm afraid of what I'll find when I go home. I'm worried we'll lose all of our groceries for the third time in as many months. I'm worried the roof will be gone. I'm worried that because the house payment is a bit behind we're going to not be covered by insurance. At least my daughter managed to save all of her plushies in the suitcase before we left, because I'm worried how she'll react if we come home to devastation. At least she'll have some familiar things to play with.