Traveling Alone

This past weekend, a dear co-worker was married in New Hampshire.  After receiving her invitation I assumed it would likely be impractical to attend, but I looked online and saw that ticket prices direct from DCA to Manchester were cheap, and on a whim, I bought a ticket.

I arrived late on Friday night, rented a car, and drove to a small family-owned lodge.  I woke up with light poring into my windows through the brightly tinted leaves. I loved having a room to myself, tucked away in the New Hampshire forest, quiet, restful, private, protected.  I felt like I didn't have to live up to any expectations.  I slept in, read a bit, went for a long walk, ate a late breakfast, and drove myself to the wedding.  I chatted with strangers and friends of the family, congratulated the bride and groom, headed to the reception, ate, danced, chatted, and went home early to read in bed.

It was perfect.  It was restorative.  I should do this more often!

The view from one of my windows:

My glorious morning walk

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The lovely stained glass in the church:

The bride and groom:

View from the reception site: