Appalachia Girl on the Road

Then I met the Trucker. We hit it off right away. The first time we talked on the phone, he was crushing a water bottle and I thought he was tearing packing tape. For what nefarious purpose, I had no idea.

Because he was the Trucker, we didn’t meet right away. One of us had to work, ya know. Anyway, we talked almost every day for a couple of months, several hours a day. That gave us plenty of time to get to know each other. We sorted out a lot of the things that get lost once the physical is introduced.

When we finally met, we ate dinner and talked a little bit, then parted ways. We both decided we wanted to continue what we had going on. And so on we went.

Now, because he’s the Trucker, he’s been everywhere. I really liked hearing about all the places he’d been and the things he’d seen. That got me started thinking, “Maybe I should travel.” So, with his help, I started making plans.