Appalachia Girl on the Road

Eventually, I mostly decided what I thought I was absolutely gonna need. If I changed my mind, I could just drop by the storage unit and pick up or drop off whatever. Easy peasy. I continued to plan and rearrange and reconfigure. I would feel pretty good about how things were, and then I would…

Since I’d be giving up my apartment, I needed somewhere to put my stuff. SO. MUCH. STUFF. Because of a nice little fucking over by a “friend,” I wouldn’t have been able to keep my apartment anyway, even if I didn’t want to go travel, so I was gonna be homeless, whether I wanted to…

As I’ve said before, I’ve always been the person to take the safe, secure route. So, I wanted to know every single solitary little thing that might happen or that I might need while I was on the road. Do I logically realize that’s not really possible? Of course I do!!! Did that stop me…

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…

I headed back to Ohio and began frantically packing things up. This did not really go well for reasons I may or may not talk about in the future, but suffice it to say that if not for my friend Carole, I never would have gotten it done. My poor little Elantra was stuffed to…

Just about five years ago, I decided, after finally leaving my longtime job that had a ridiculously detrimental impact on my mental health, to do the thing I had told people for years that I was going to do: move to Florida. I made my plans and went down for three months to try to…