It’s less than 24 hours before we start the big epic road trip. I can’t begin to describe how I’m thrilled I am-finally traveling with Chris! I’m excited about the trip itself too of course: Vegas, Nashville, Graceland. And discovering dozens of little slices of Americana along the way- I eat that shit up. But six whole days alone with Chris is the best part. After and estrogen fueled month here in Huntington Beach with my mom and sister it’s time to reconnect as adults. We’ve had nothing but holding hands and chaste kisses, banished to separate rooms for propriety’s sake. But now…haha!! We’ve got six days and nights of hotels and uninterrupted alone time. It’s gonna be strumtrulescent!
I’m freaking out too. I feel completely unprepared for this whole thing. Moving to Pennsylvania of course, that scares me so much I’m not even thinking about it. But the trip itself seems like such a major undertaking that up til now I’ve been laughing off. I didn’t want to plan a course or make hotel reservations or even decide ahead of time how long we would even be on the road. I wanted to be very free-spirited about the whole thing. Chris of course is the exact opposite; he wanted to plan every minute of every day.
Our biggest compromise so far was buying the Tom Tom GPS. Even though I think it’s cheating and certainly lacks the romantic connotations of a map, it’s pretty nice not to worry about getting lost in the middle of Nebraska or something.
But yea, now I can’t believe we’re leaving tomorrow with pretty much no plan of attack. I hate when he lets me win even though I’m so obviously wrong. So…let’s hope my bohemian ideals and Kerouac fantasies don’t get us killed in the Midwest.
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