  Tomorrow: Destination Tuscon Yesterday, I had a migraine. I don't usually get them. I don't remember the first time these started, but I think they began sometime in college. I distinctly remember getting glammed up/out for a staff shot when I became a CA at&nbsp;Jones Hall.
We were Charlie's Angels. I was new to the staff. I didn't wear a lot of make up or shop at Express. I was afraid of all these beautiful, confident (seemingly so) women and I didn't feel very "angelish. " My head was pounding. The next thing I knew, after the shot, I was walking outside in my ivory silk shirt and black pants and smelled eggs.
I threw up and instantly felt better. This is the first instance of migraine I remember. I wish I could say it was the last. The last time I had a migraine (before yesterday)&nbsp;I had to leave my first design class at The Art Institute of Atlanta. I ended up puking in the parking lot.&nbsp;This was the fall of 2002.&nbsp;I think stress has something to do with&nbsp;this. Anywho, I tell you all this because I found myself at home last night, after an awesome dinner/chat with my friend Vicky, curled up in the dark, willing this excruciating pain behind my eyes to throb a little less, to relax a little more. I cancelled plans with my friend Carolyn. I called Jan back and ended up crying. At 9:30 p.m. my world felt bleak.
I did what I should do more often when things like this happen: I went to bed. I woke up today at 4:45 a.m. (Without an alarm clock. ) My head felt warm and wonderful. The pain was gone. I didn't have to cover my eyes or weep. Moving to a new city/state didn't seem so daunting. I made a to-do list, went to Wal-mart and decided to go for one more walk on my favorite trail.
In the hour or so I walked, the hang-over of last night's migraine completely lifted. I saw a blue heron in flight once more. I walked to the iron bridge made in Alexandria, Minn. and stood in the middle of it and watched the water below to see if I could see the fish an old man I'd met before told me about. I said a selfish prayer: Please, God, even though I don't always do right by you, let me see a fish before I leave this place. Either I'm a really good novice prayer or&nbsp;plain lucky, because not five seconds after, a fish surfaced under that bridge and I saw it.&nbsp;With that fish, my heart let go of all its trepidation and I walked back to my truck to face the day, close my checking account, pack my bags and take a deep breath.
I can do this, even when my 2-year-old, soon to be 3-year-old, nephew asks me why. "Why are you leaving, Lala? " "Why are you going to school? " "Why? " I can't answer all of his whys, but I know this is the right decision. 
