Nashvegas, here I come!
So far, The Big Trip has been an odd experience in that everyone that I meet asks, “Where are you from?” And I cannot reply with a one-word answer. I take a deep breath, wind up my motor-mouth, and commence with my convoluted autobiography.
I don’t really know where my home is anymore. In the past few weeks, I have never felt so simultaneously “homeless” and “at home” everywhere I go. I am the first to admit that I am extremely challenged at living a mobile lifestyle – I don’t exactly travel light. I cart around one suitcase for beauty products, and one for shoes, a duffel bag for my washcloths and socks, an ice chest for my very specific foods, with my coats and dresses hanging from the clothing bar across the backseat of my Honda. I wish that I could just throw my life into a little backpack and set out, but I am too complicated – and, more importantly, GLAMOROUS.
Tonight I am in Kansas City, but tomorrow morning, I will load up and head out for 4 more weeks of adventure. Nashville is first on the list, and I hope to explore the city a bit more and get a feel for what is going to be my next “home.” My friend Sarah has been a complete rock star, and has helped me line up places to stay, social events, and has even talked me into running a 5k on Saturday morning. I am ecstatic to have the chance to spend some more time with this kindred spirit that I found on MySpace. Who knew? – the internet IS a valid way to make friends!
I checked the weather report, and it appears that I will be driving through “severe weather, including thunderstorms and tornadoes” throughout the entire 9-hour drive to Nashville tomorrow. If you think of me, please send up a safety prayer on my behalf. A run-in with a tornado would make an incredible blog entry, but come now, people. Let’s be real.
When you hear from me next, I’ll be blogging with a southern accent.