I admit, I'm a little nervous about the trip tomorrow. Okay, really nervous. I've never driven that kind of distance without my parents along. My friend is coming along, so I won't be alone. It's not that tough of a drive until you hit the Beltway, and by the time we get there any traffic will be long gone. We'll be through the mountains before dark, so my dad won't be calling every hour to make sure we haven't hit a deer. I'm twenty-two years old, too; that has to count for something.
Then there are also the non-tangibles that put me on edge - sitting on my butt for seven hours, the disruption of routine, the uncertainty about food. And what if Jim doesn't like his present? I think he will, but I've got some catching up to do after his Valentine's Day surprise. I know it's not a competition, but still.