After four days, nine states, 1868 miles, and 451 animal crackers, I have reached my destination. The developing neighborhood in Davenport, Florida that was once an orange grove just 4 years back now is the home base for my adventure. As I settle in to my more than generous guest accommodations, I take it all in (including the seven adorable and lovable cats… even the one that clearly got a hold of too much cat nip in her youth) and have some time to reflect.
Yesterday’s travels brought on a lot of observations. For instance, I realized I love browsing gas station gift shops. I can’t resist looking at all the random beach knick knacks, raunchy bumper stickers, and travel size versions of all the stuff that don’t need to be travel sized on account of they weren’t that big to begin with. Or that I have this strange sense of accomplishment each time I cross over a state line knowing I can start counting down the mile markers from the top again. But the most painstakingly obvious observation I made was that I would make a terrible truck driver. Not because I can’t sit in the driving position for the entirety of a day, or that I don’t love roadside truck diners. But because mostly when you spend 12 straight hours alone on the road, you have WAY too much time with yourself. Now, I know I can be funny, some might even say entertaining. However, I am really not interesting enough that I can hold up both ends of the conservation and still keep it flowing for 600 miles. I have more thoughts about being ‘on the road’, but there is plenty of time for all of that later. For now, the ‘To Do’ list is already forming and I better get cracking! Guess what Florida, I’m here!!!
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