Leah Miller drove her car into the rest stop parking lot, getting out and groaning as she stretched.  Her black Honda Accord was packed tightly, every spare inch covered with her stuff.  The move across the country was going to be good for her.  Her divorce from John had been rough, and she'd wanted nothing more than to get away from Georgia.  Her marriage had started out well enough, she supposed; now, several years later, she was just grateful it was over.  John had ended up being a real jerk, cheating on her with a coworker.  She thanked God that the fertility treatments she'd undergone for several years hadn't worked, and they didn't have kids together.<br/><br/>Leah walked around near the benches at the crowded rest stop, stretching to loosen her muscles.  Every mile she put between herself and Georgia seemed to relieve a small knot of the stress she'd had stored in her body for the last several year, but it still felt good to be out of her car and moving.  She was twenty-nine, almost thirty, and was starting her life over again; instead of feeling anxious or scared, she felt a flutter of excitement.<br/><br/>She'd been so lucky that her old college roommate and her husband had agreed to let her stay with them while she got settled in and found a new job.  After buying a bottle of water at from the vending machine, Leah climbed back into her car and started it back up.  She pulled back onto the highway, singing along loudly to "Hotel California" as the Eagles blared from the radio, and smiled in anticipation of the adventure that awaited her.