I’m known to be spontaneous, so it came as no surprise when I called my parents half way out of Florida when I was supposed to be going home to the Florida Keys.
“You’re where?” Dad said, “Oh, O.K. Well, have fun.” And that was pretty much it.
I’m writing to you from a local cafe called “Local Cafe” in Fayetteville, TN. It’s officially Day 1. I woke up in a Super Walmart parking lot in Grandsden, AL much to the surprise of the guy waiting for his partner in his car next to me. I smiled and got on my way. First stop: Noccalula Falls. Not much was falling, so I headed North.
This is how badly I wanted to get out of Florida: I changed my tampon at a stoplight in Orlando. Oh, by the way, always keep toilet paper in your car. You just never know.
Anyway, let’s take a little inventory:
Assorted tampons found in my college’s “free store”
My Lucky Yu-Gi-Oh Card “Dian Keto the Cure Master” my close friend Hunter gave to me one night I was doing LSD at a party.
And that’s about it. Right about now I really wish I had brought a can opener and a tent, they’ll have to be got on the way.
I don’t exactly have a destination, except maybe Alaska, and I don’t exactly have a route, except maybe West, but that’s the beauty of it.
I graduated from college four days ago. The last couple of weeks I’ve been applying to myriad of marketing and publishing jobs in NYC, LA, and DC. I got some of them, but none of them seemed appealing. My college was the first place I have
lived for more than a year since I was 8, and I really didn’t feel like continuing the streak of long-stays. I had to get on the move. I didn’t know this, however, until I was driving
home. Needless to say, I turned around and headed straight on out of Florida, less the sunshine state and more the state Americans come to die. I didn’t feel like dying, I had just graduated.
So here I am. I’m not trying to Into the Wild this, but this morning I woke up in my trunk outside Walmart in Gadsden and knocked my head on bananas I hanged on a handle with my bra and, god dang it, I felt alive.
So far all I’ve seen is some really depressing scenes of American food before it becomes food, but I wouldn’t exactly call them living animals, either. I was drinking bone broth out of the carton when I passed the Tyson Chickens. I think I may go vegetarian.
I also passed some extremely skinny curious cows.
I’ll keep you all updated as to where I am and whether I’m coming back.
If you feel like going on a little road trip and you’re in IL, TN, or CO, hit me up!