If I’ve been vague the past few weeks it is only that I was knee deep in planning to get the move together. I am now a resident of the great state of California. I am a No Cal girl, with a Philly disposition. That is going to make life interesting.

I hit the road Monday January 10. I’d investigated a lot of different ways to make this transition, but what made the most fiscal sense in the end was load and drive. I was less than thrilled with considering a cross country trip alone, but I was far less interested in paying 6k for shipping my office chair, mattress and underwear.

The Daddy person was nervous. I get it but I also don’t. He’s watched me to that which should not be able to be done, and knows what I am capable of accomplishing. He said I was a badass for doing it. I mean he isn’t wrong but if I have learned nothing else I know that I can do things I once thought weren’t possible. He said I did what he as a man did. Mentally I said…dude its 2022…physically I said thank you.

I spent my first night in Breezewood, PA. I have no idea what a Breezewood is, but I left quickly. It’s not that the 4 people I spoke to were unkind…its that there were too many Trump 2024 signs. I spent my last night ‘on the road’ in a town just south of Lake Tahoe. There was also an extended visit to Benecia CA but that was not in the plan.

I recalled that I miss open road driving. I also recalled why I won’t ever go back to a vehicle without Bluetooth through the speakers and that any vehicle I have should do more than 75mph. Plus, apparently the entire nation listens to country music.

This is a large and beautiful country. While I didn’t stop to do a ton of sight seeing, the vizion from I80 is magnificent. There is little exposure to humans after Indiana but nature is glorious. I hated driving through Nebraska and Wyoming. I think Wyoming might be the Whitest state, I went into a Dunkin Donuts owned by a White man.

I watch way too many horror movies. I feel like I went through Get Out – The Mist – The Hills Have Eyes – and Psycho along the trip. I tried to pull over for the night in Wyoming and the hotel in the dark LOOKED like the Bates Motel. That resulted in me hitting a U turn and back on the road. That was the first time I get extra creeped out on the trip.

I would think for men the drive is easier, if for no other reason you can whip out the penis and pee in a cup at 80mph. I have to pull over. I locked myself into rest stops, some other horror movie reference I can’t think of at the moment. I ate mostly in the truck and then only when necessary.

Over the 3000 miles, I learned I am good with my own company. Yes I knew this already, but you realize it more