Point B

Friday, following the dry run trip to the shipyard on kitsap 25, I met up with my parentals at the near by Starbucks. We went back to their hotel to get them checked out, and then we took the ferry over to Seattle. I just think ferries are so cool. I can't really explain why, or what about them is so fascinating, but come on, its like floating building and it traverses large distances at relatively high speeds getting lots of people from point A to point B. It is a much better use of my time versus taking I-5 down around puget sound and into Seattle through traffic, fading radio stations, and constant pressure to pay attention. We simply parked the car, picked up newspapers and enjoyed the ride. There was time enough to do the puzzles and converse.

We spent the rest of the day doing the tourist thing. We saw the space needle, rode the monorail, trecked through pikes place market, took pictures of the first starbucks ever, and drove around. When we sat down to lunch, my dad said to me:

"You know, Lydia, this is point B. This is where I've been working for years to get you. From point A to point B. Memorial hospital to here."

I think its pretty perfect that I arrived at point B the week before father's day.

Consider, if you will, this metaphor:
My trip from point A to point B was in the honda accord on I-5. The trip from point A to point B was long and arrduous. There many things to juggle. Music faded in and out. Billboards shouted for my attention off the path. There were times when life was at a standstill or barely crawling along and times when things were only seen in the rearview mirror. Sometimes somebody occupied the passenger seat, many times I was alone.

Certainly my parents could have put me onboard a ferry to shuttle me from point A to point B. I could have had my every need met. I could have had time to do a puzzle here and there, take naps, and read books. The catch is this: when the ferry docked at point B, I would have to get off the boat and take the accord with me. Having no skills in opperating said vehical, I would have been stuck.

So although things may be a little rough right now, I may sleep on a blow up mattress and dream of the big screen I don't have, I love point B. I love point B because it's everything I've worked for, it's everything my parents helped me work for, and it's mine. Nobody gave it to me, there was no express lane, I earned it.

From point B, I bid you all good night.

**********************************
Thanks mom and dad for helping me along the way, and thanks too for challenging me to take the harder route, to work for my dreams! I love you!