As the saying goes:
Life is a highway, and if it is, I feel like I’m at mile marker 114 out of a 150 mile journey.
I’m at the point in my trip where a person starts feeling a little antsy, a bit cooped up. I’m a little nervous about my final destination, and it seems as if I have passed all of the really neat rest stops. Now all I have to do is enjoy the scenery (and it’s GREAT!) and drive on to my destination.