I'm excited and a bit nervous...I'm going to be basically hitchhiking the whole way.
That's right, I said "hitchhiking". Now if your like my parents or my boyfriend I know exactly what your thinking.
"ARE YOU INSANE?"
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My friend Ryan told me to stop reading hippie books. I laughed and replied that this came from a man who loves Jack Kerouac's On the Road. He smirked and reminded me that this isn't the 50's.
I have everything packed. I'm not changing my mind, I know that this isn't the golden era of thumbs up, and hopping on trains anymore but it's okay. I'm hitchhiking the modern way...The Craig's list way.
Now please note that I'm not condoning this at all.
I'm pretty sure...In fact, I know this is dangerous but I've always been a free spirit. A stubborn one at that, just ask my boyfriend who ran to the store and bought me pepper spray because he couldn't change my mind. I can't wait 3 more weeks, I already have a place set up and everything and I need to be there by Tuesday. It's a great deal too, right by Santa Monica. I did find a place in Whittier but it was a bit too far.
My boyfriend is staying to grab his last paycheck, and I am just sick of the small town I'm in...It wouldn't be so bad if there were things to do and see but if it's not summer the place is pretty much dull. A girl can only take so much, dancing and shopping. I need museums, garage band venues,art clubs, fiestas, fairs, concerts ect, ect.
Anyways, I'm pretty anxious. I have mixed feelings on the whole thing. I feel pumped and thrilled at the thought of riding with a stranger, but also weary. I'm going to have my pepper spray right by my the whole time.
But isn't that how you make friends? I mean how many stories have you heard of people backpacking through the U.S.A and having perfect strangers give them a lift? Sure, the main character of those stories were probably men....but I'm not riding with several different drivers, just one. And He's giving my boyfriend his driver's license and plate number, and social security number. He's a really nice guy, I've talked to him several times, and he knows what the situation is...He even scowled me for wanting to hitchhike.
I could sit here and try to justify my actions but it wouldn't work, I'd be lying to myself because there isn't just one reason why...It's a lot more indepth and complex than that.
I'm not quite sure what makes me be this way, but I think the main ingredient and the most important is the dire wanting of knowing I took a chance. I did it, I made it out alive. I was part of an extroadinary road trip, an adventure- what books are made of.
I believe in God, and I know he's going to be watching over me on the trip. I also want to believe in the goodness of people, I need to believe that there are people who don't have a problem helping someone without wanting something in return.
It's one huge plan, and even bigger journey when I get there.
But who knows maybe this guy will be a very good friend to us down the road, and we will all sit for coffee one day and laugh about this whole thing.
See ya guys in LA
Goodbye Florida! See ya Destin!
P.S.
I have everything packed. I'm not changing my mind, I know that this isn't the golden era of thumbs up, and hopping on trains anymore but it's okay. I'm hitchhiking the modern way...The Craig's list way.
Now please note that I'm not condoning this at all.
I'm pretty sure...In fact, I know this is dangerous but I've always been a free spirit. A stubborn one at that, just ask my boyfriend who ran to the store and bought me pepper spray because he couldn't change my mind. I can't wait 3 more weeks, I already have a place set up and everything and I need to be there by Tuesday. It's a great deal too, right by Santa Monica. I did find a place in Whittier but it was a bit too far.
My boyfriend is staying to grab his last paycheck, and I am just sick of the small town I'm in...It wouldn't be so bad if there were things to do and see but if it's not summer the place is pretty much dull. A girl can only take so much, dancing and shopping. I need museums, garage band venues,art clubs, fiestas, fairs, concerts ect, ect.
Anyways, I'm pretty anxious. I have mixed feelings on the whole thing. I feel pumped and thrilled at the thought of riding with a stranger, but also weary. I'm going to have my pepper spray right by my the whole time.
But isn't that how you make friends? I mean how many stories have you heard of people backpacking through the U.S.A and having perfect strangers give them a lift? Sure, the main character of those stories were probably men....but I'm not riding with several different drivers, just one. And He's giving my boyfriend his driver's license and plate number, and social security number. He's a really nice guy, I've talked to him several times, and he knows what the situation is...He even scowled me for wanting to hitchhike.
I could sit here and try to justify my actions but it wouldn't work, I'd be lying to myself because there isn't just one reason why...It's a lot more indepth and complex than that.
I'm not quite sure what makes me be this way, but I think the main ingredient and the most important is the dire wanting of knowing I took a chance. I did it, I made it out alive. I was part of an extroadinary road trip, an adventure- what books are made of.
I believe in God, and I know he's going to be watching over me on the trip. I also want to believe in the goodness of people, I need to believe that there are people who don't have a problem helping someone without wanting something in return.
It's one huge plan, and even bigger journey when I get there.
But who knows maybe this guy will be a very good friend to us down the road, and we will all sit for coffee one day and laugh about this whole thing.
See ya guys in LA
Goodbye Florida! See ya Destin!
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1 comment:
girl yeah that is really sad, im gonna miss uber too..
do you have your last trip posts somewhere else, because i did not had to time to take them to put it in the magazine.
please send them to: fringemag@live.com.ar
and if you have pictures put them too.. =D
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