Early In the Morning
Jul. 15th, 2007 10:04 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
amalthyaIt's hard to imagine as you wipe the sleep out of your eyes that you've already been on the road for 2 hours. It's 7 am, and the sun is just coming over the horizon to your left.
Driving through Ohio and Pennsylvania gives one a real sense of what America used to be like. As I passed through the thick morning fog of the Alleghenies, I had to remind myself that I was, still, in America. I wonder what it must have been like before the trickle of roads made their way across the landscape, to wander through such scary dark terrain.
I've never seen so many classic cars, though. Or motorcycle hordes. But I was reminded how huge and beautiful the country is.
Little farmhouses and farms at the side of road, and the serenity of life away from the big city. Perhaps it was the relief/release of finally being done. I mean seriously, full van goes to empty van! Returning the van!
I don't know what it is, though, about being at my mother's house that puts me into this feelings-of-worthlessness/depressive funk. It was hard to shake, even with that 5 hours of driving. Perhaps, though, the excitement of being done placated my sense of being a failure. As I returned the van, and Mason gave me a ride to the Greyhound bus, I realized that this huge task I'd set myself, called "insane" by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
rosefox for good reason, was actually completed. I'd put over 2500 miles on that van in under 3 weeks.
In other news, my apartment is a disaster. And I feel out of sorts, and a bit overwhelmed, and I need to go to Bed Bath & Beyond to find organizing items for my closet.
And with that, *fly*
Driving through Ohio and Pennsylvania gives one a real sense of what America used to be like. As I passed through the thick morning fog of the Alleghenies, I had to remind myself that I was, still, in America. I wonder what it must have been like before the trickle of roads made their way across the landscape, to wander through such scary dark terrain.
I've never seen so many classic cars, though. Or motorcycle hordes. But I was reminded how huge and beautiful the country is.
Little farmhouses and farms at the side of road, and the serenity of life away from the big city. Perhaps it was the relief/release of finally being done. I mean seriously, full van goes to empty van! Returning the van!
I don't know what it is, though, about being at my mother's house that puts me into this feelings-of-worthlessness/depressive funk. It was hard to shake, even with that 5 hours of driving. Perhaps, though, the excitement of being done placated my sense of being a failure. As I returned the van, and Mason gave me a ride to the Greyhound bus, I realized that this huge task I'd set myself, called "insane" by
rosefox for good reason, was actually completed. I'd put over 2500 miles on that van in under 3 weeks. In other news, my apartment is a disaster. And I feel out of sorts, and a bit overwhelmed, and I need to go to Bed Bath & Beyond to find organizing items for my closet.
And with that, *fly*
