I have arrived after hours of driving, fueled mostly by coffee. I started out the trip feeling full of enthusiasm and a sense that I was entering into a new stage of adulthood by moving someplace less familiar and taking a risk. I am a independent, I thought. I am an adult. I am...heading towards Ohio?!
Yes, such feelings were short-lived as I continually got lost and, at times, became overwhelmed by a desire for my mom to be in the car with me so that she could take over the driving and I could sleep. Mostly I just wanted to sleep, though some company would have been nice. Alas, my only driving companion was my coffee plant that I have somehow managed to keep alive since December. Also-my mom has been so busy lately with cooking gigs that I've hardly gotten to talk with her, which has been sad and has added to my feeling that I am entering into adulthood, 2.0.
I haven't been completely without family, however, as I was so blessed as to stay with my grandmother a few days ago. She made many well-intentioned attempts to increase my BMI and I was sent on the road with many cookies. I also saw my aunt while staying at my grandma's and she told me that "it's very brave of [me] to be moving somewhere where you don't really know anyone. That's a scary thing to do!" I think she was trying to be encouraging, but instead I just felt kind of stupid, though undeterred.
I will write more later, I'm sure, about the interesting things I encounter while living down here. So far, my observations have mostly consisted of aggressive driving and large baptist churches. Let the fun begin.
