kaichulita
soul rebel
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It wasn't too long ago. I was driving a car, working 2 jobs, and was attending a university-- all the while living under my parents house.
Fast forward to about 4 months later and here I am, sitting in a trucker's passenger seat, waiting for him to wake up so we can leave this rest area. All my belongings are sprawled out on the sidewalk for the sun to dry, because who the fuck knew there would be sprinklers in a middle of nowhere rest area in Washington going off at 3 in the morning.
Anyway, I sit here thinking about the past 4 months and it suddenly hits me that I'm alone for the first time. Up until 3 days ago, I had been traveling with a road dog who has become my closest friend and I realize I don't feel fear or panic now that we have separated... rather a sense of confidence in myself and gratefulness towards my best friend. I had made it all the way from Colorado to Washington in 2 days and it occurred to me how much I had learned from my ex-road dog. Everything from writing legible signs to hopping trains... never would I have imagined that I would feel this sure in my ability to travel on my own. From being a sheltered yuppie to becoming a transitioning green horn, damn it, I feel good--happy and alone for the first time. I have my best friend to thank for that, so cheers to the best road dog ever!
Oh and don't forget to check for those goddamn sprinklers!!!!
Fast forward to about 4 months later and here I am, sitting in a trucker's passenger seat, waiting for him to wake up so we can leave this rest area. All my belongings are sprawled out on the sidewalk for the sun to dry, because who the fuck knew there would be sprinklers in a middle of nowhere rest area in Washington going off at 3 in the morning.
Anyway, I sit here thinking about the past 4 months and it suddenly hits me that I'm alone for the first time. Up until 3 days ago, I had been traveling with a road dog who has become my closest friend and I realize I don't feel fear or panic now that we have separated... rather a sense of confidence in myself and gratefulness towards my best friend. I had made it all the way from Colorado to Washington in 2 days and it occurred to me how much I had learned from my ex-road dog. Everything from writing legible signs to hopping trains... never would I have imagined that I would feel this sure in my ability to travel on my own. From being a sheltered yuppie to becoming a transitioning green horn, damn it, I feel good--happy and alone for the first time. I have my best friend to thank for that, so cheers to the best road dog ever!
Oh and don't forget to check for those goddamn sprinklers!!!!
