Oh God, Traveling with an Infant
It’s finally dawning on me. When I leave in three weeks, I will have a backpack, film and photography gear, a computer, two dogs and a baby. A freaking baby. I have no idea how this is going to turn out. Our plan is to do a long road trip from Oregon, camping our way to San Francisco. There may be an extended stay in Napa. If not, I’m still drinking wine. After that, we’re leaving the country, permanently. It’s not that he’s a difficult baby. In fact, I take his constitution as proof that God loves me and wants me to continue traveling. He’s a happy baby. The thing is, he’s three months old and he has started rolling over. I know where this is going.
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