Note: Readers, ignore the dates of these posts - The dates within the posts are the relevant ones; the dates of the posts are just when I published them to blogspot. It would be too involved an enterprise (and maybe the universe with be encouraged to get this published as a book?) for me to date my journal entries from the 1998 adventure as they were. The story is properly read from the top down - Click on 'Older Posts' at the bottom of the page to continue to the next entry; I'm using this blog format because it's the best I've so far found to publish my tale :)
It begins:
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Road trip.
For millions of college students, there are no sweeter words than these - Even "free pizza" pales in comparison. Whether it be from the boondocks to the big city or the big city to the middle of nowhere, everyone feels the pull of wanderlust - the lust for new places, new experiences - eventually.
I’m not an exhibitionist; I’m a storyteller. I’m not in search of fame; I’m in search of understanding. It’s been more than three years since I took this trip. I preface my stories to new acquaintances about the trip with the statement that, “It’s the best thing I’ve done in my life so far.”
I’m reliving these experiences as I tell them just as I hope that you, Reader, are living them through me for the first time. It’s taken several false starts to begin this journey again. It hurts because it makes me want to go again, and this sort of cutting loose and throwing yourself on the mercy of road grace is a scary thing no matter how many times you’ve done so and succeeded.
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