Day 39 / 1940.08 miles of a road trip complete.
Sister in tow: who is deaf and needs to read my lips most of the time. I only realized on this trip that she looked at my lips directly for years while I had a dip in. How gross. I am sooooo sorry Sister. I never ever thought about it. She didn't believe me at first when I picked her up and told her I am quit. She was actually looking in my glove box and the console for the Kodiak and only saw seeds, gum and smokey mountain. (she's the sister that knew obviously)
Funeral: sad, sad, sad, but we made it thru. "Taps" gets me every time! Waterworks! What a large and loving family I have! Too bad I didn't spend more time with them when I lived there instead of cutting the family get together short so I could hit the car and get my fix. Note to fathers and I guess mothers out there that are not very "emotionally skilled". Cry once in a while in front of your kids, it you are sad be sad, talk about it....don't just show emotion when you are upset with your kids. As a 40 yr old women that has now just witnessed my father cry for the first time, it really fucks you up actually.
Small town USA: how cute you are for 20 minutes. Then, I am reminded why I graduated high school and left for Miami. I am not your news story. I am not interested in telling you about my life. If I wanted to stay in touch with you, you would have my number and know my husband and I may be at your home tonight instead of my old bedroom at Mom's. Move on with your life as I have mine. There is a whole bunch of awesome shit out here in the world.
Winter weather: again, reminded of why I hate snow. White knuckles at times, and cursing the semi driver that goes 80 in a 65 and creates the whitewash that blinds me while in a curve.....Hello....I have a quit going here!
All in all, very happy to be home, to be quit and to have taken on this tough ride because not only can I say that I did my first road trip in 22 years....dip free. More than just saying it, I KNOW I CAN DO IT. Proven. Understood. Learned behavior. Accepted reality. Quit is Quit.