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What it's Like Driving Twenty Hours In A Day

What's it like driving twenty hours in a day?

First let's squelch the misconception that traveling is exciting. Instead of sitting on your cozy couch staring out your sparkling windows with curtains you sewed you're cramped in a driver's seat staring out a bug-smeared window. Simple as that. 

This morning I woke up at some rest stop in South Dakota. It had a ridiculous sign posted "encouraging" people to stay only three hours. I slept six. 

Lost the sheet of metal I'd skillfully duct taped to the top of my car to cover a busted skylight. Dear God, pour the rain on my enemies. (Please don't let my enemy's car be parked next to mine tonight).

I listened to the rest of the audio book "Body Keeps the Score". Excellent material.
Sustenance: half a bag of chips, a sourdough peanut butter sandwich, a square of chocolate, water, one coffee, vitamin d capsule (forgot to take other vitamins). 
Many friends called. 

When driving through some large city (perhaps during rush hour?) I noticed some van in front of me with human arms flapping outside the window. I thought that strange and interesting, but drifted off to other thoughts.... until that van pulled back alongside my car, all the arms still waving... turned out it was a family I've known my entire life but haven't seen since I was sixteen. What a fun unexpected ten second visit!!

Humidity is amazing because it adds texture to my otherwise flat hair and hides my earbuds. I pulled into a gas station talking on the phone with a friend (this friend is heading same direction as me but from the opposite side of the country).
When I stepped out of my car, my friend still in my ear under my hair, the trash guy came over and waved to me, "I had so much fun watching you come in laughing to yourself the whole way."

Loved being that eccentric woman. 

Tonight I'm staying at some other rest stop near my destination. I stopped here so I can write and study french and disregard another sign that says "no overnight parking". 

At this point, I'd pretty much go see anyone who would offer me a neck massage.


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