Last night I spent at Heaven on Earth in Dorrance Township, Pennsylvania (pictured). Tonight I am in Newburgh, New York. Tomorrow I will arrive at my sister's in Stockbridge, Massachusetts.

It's been five days on the road and I'm tired of driving. Today was among the worst. Karma would never have made it to last night's location or survived today's drive. And not just about maintaining a minimum speed on the highways, but with the hideous patches and potholes, construction work that forced traffic into one lane lined with Jersey barriers for mile after mile, and the mountains.

I used the last of my energy to clean up everything that fell, jumped, opened, or broke on the journey, then I made a cup of tea and a hot meal. The diesel heater is trying to keep up with the cold. Last night it got down to 40. By morning it will be 34.

Pye is crying and pawing at the door to get to a cat that wandered into this yard. Poor guy, held captive on a bus by a witch.

Today is my 1,291st day living in a skoolie; 33 of them have been on Karmalita. Yesterday I had to admit that everyone who said I wouldn't want to move back onto Karma was right. I surprised myself. Less really can be more. There are personal items I'd want to claim, but as much as I love Karma, I know I can let her go to someone who would love her; I'm just not sure who wants an old, slow, bus that needs some TLC after I spent four-and-a-half years and 25,500 miles with her on the road.

I don't know if you've felt it, but since the solar eclipse, the energy has been different. Yesterday and today, and leading up to Tuesday's full moon are astrological influences ideal for manifesting. I've done a spell, much journaling, and am finishing up a second small vision board. After several false endings, I feel as if the sad story that started a year ago is finally over, and a new one has begun.