We don’t usually get storms like this here. I know that because this pressure headache feels like Florida. – View on Path.
Downton, I fucking love you. – Read on Path.
I’d like to thank 2012 for making sure my heart is full. My only goal for 2013 is to make sure I get every nook and cranny. – Read on Path.
Well, after 22,478 miles in 6 months including the final 55 hour leg, this gypsy is home. Thanks to everyone who not only entertained me at my destinations, but also texted, skyped, phoned, and chatted with me through it all.
By hour 42, you’ve spent the last two hours convincing the dog that he could totally reach the pedals and still control the wheel. You feel like you’re minutes from closing the deal.
Three things I know about the last 12 hours: If that was a test I failed. Do not count on me in an apocalypse. I could never live in Alaska.
It gets pretty real in hour 36. You start to think about the possibility of just parking at a rest area and living out of your car for awhile…. Just so the driving is over.