Oddly enough I seem to have fallen in love with the Southwest. Yes, it is an unexpected surprise. You see, I’m the kind of person who likes trees. I like green. I like the ocean, lakes and streams. I enjoy soft grass. There is not exactly a plethora of these things in the Southwest.
There is, of course, a chance that I love the Southwest so much purely out of delusion. My body has somewhat given up on me because I have not treated it to a full nights’ sleep in a real bed for over a week now. I’ve been eating whatever crap I can find out of our Box O’ Food in the backseat, and it’s not always nutritionally sound. Days full of traveling in enclosed, air-conditioned spaces have resulted in a permanent pink tinge to my eyes. But my eyes can’t help falling in love with every red rock they see.
I’ve probably looked better, but I’m on this permanent rush. There is so much to absorb that it’s hard to worry about napping in the car or calling home or stressing over concerns outside this trip. It’s an incredibly liberating and selfish feeling, and I know I’m lucky to be here on the road.
