We’re on the road again.
What does a mildly responsible 42-year-old do when she’s been living with her parents for a year and a half and can finally be released back into the quasi-vaccinated world? She puts her dusty public wardrobe, a toothbrush, and the salty old Golden Retriever in a van and sets off to hug people again. Long hugs. She’s gonna make it weird.
The Plan
This trip is about people. I won’t be going many places I haven’t been before. In the past year-plus of quarantine and isolation, I haven’t pined for city sidewalks or particular restaurants or crowded public attractions (quarantine has nothing to do with that last one). I just miss my people. So I’m going to see them. I have a rough plan, and I can almost guarantee that it’s going to change multiple times, on account of weather and people having plans that have nothing to do with me (rude) and other stuff that I don’t have the energy to try to predict. Some people who care about my not getting murdered at a rest stop have expressed an interest in knowing what’s happening, and Mark Zuckerberg doesn’t own me, so here you go, pals: internet proof that I’m having fun and quite alive. Enjoy.
“I don’t understand how you do your job from a van.”
— My dad
What’s with the name?
Please enjoy this delightfully weird video for the origin of stretching out my wheels.
This whole thing is #roadtripgoals - minus the Grim Reaper, of course.
Contact
If you have the link to this website, you know how to contact me. Other weirdos and unfortunate souls who accidentally googled themselves here: you made it this far? Interesting.