And this feels true to me, as I am 500 miles south of home. Closer to my kids than I am home, yet I still can't afford to go down there this weekend.
But I am convinced that Treebeard's saying is somewhat true. I am at a lower elevation in St George, Utah than I am in Idaho Falls. If I go North to Great Falls, Montana, it feels like I'm going uphill.
I wonder if this old tree's ramblings actually holds some truth? Or is it just on the I-15 corridor in the areas I travel?
Hmmmm.... let's meditate on that one...
When I'm at the very bottom, I'm only 5 hours away from my kids. This is the second time being down here in the last few months, and I still can't figure out a way to turn these trips into a quick-border-hop visit with my children.
That extra 5 hours adds another day to my trip, and about $200 in hotels and gas costs. The time I have... the money... not so much.
BUT I'M SO CLOSE. SO VERY CLOSE... ARRRRGH.
I guess all I can do is cross my fingers? Maybe I'll get an email from someone wanting to buy ad space on my blog, or pay for a sponsored review. If I somehow get visited by the cash fairy in the next 6 hours, I'll be able to head South at the end of my workday instead of driving home.
We'll see. Fingers crossed, but hopes are not up. South Utah can just tease me a little more, I guess... And I need to work on putting more money in the piggy bank.