Keeping notes every day so mac_wanders will update as soon as I get time plus wifi.
In conversation with my step-mom and she asks the question I'm least equipped to answer. Why?
Why would I want to take this cross-country adventure?
This is a woman who has been arrested for her ideals (protesting nuclear sites in the 70s/80s) and yet the thought that traveling thousands of miles by my own power might be a positive... No response.
It's strange. Concern about the size of the task or my preparedness seem both rational and reasonable. But why? It's so obvious to me that I can't even begin to really wrap my head around it.
It's a fucking adventure.
That's every possible definition of " enough".
I'm concerned that I don't have a dream.
You don't really know a girl, until you've met her vibrator.