I’m getting ready to leave for a first.
It’s not really a first, but it’s a first-since-I-had-a-stroke.
I’m getting ready to go away.
Gone for the weekend.
Without my kids.
Or my husband.
This will be the first time since November that I’ve gone on a trip for me without my spouse.
It feels a little scary.
It also feels good.
It has nothing to do with being away from the people I love most.
When that truck pulls out of the driveway it will be towards more independence.