“Sometimes it feels like my life is just one long day” – John Mayer
Yesterday I drove home to Kansas City, Kansas from Austin, Texas, about a twelve-hour drive, by myself. Previously to this, the longest I had driven by myself was eight hours a few weeks ago when I drove to Dallas.
I was hoping for a chill drive, nothing too out there but one can only hope.
Within the drive these are a few of the things that happened:
I chugged a double shot of espresso, filled up my travel mug with black coffee, and was headed out at 6:30am after going to bed at 1am.
I was aggressively flipped off by people for driving the speed limit.
I spent twenty minutes trying to find a bathroom open to the public.
I accidentally broke the law by walking into a liquor store in Oklahoma that was attached to a gas station.
I drank another double shot of espresso.
I got pulled over for speeding, which then lead to a panic attack, which then lead to a headache.
I got lost trying to find my new home because while I was gone my family moved to a different house.
Although I am excited to be home I am not happy I had to go through a lot yesterday to get here. Most I will be staying home for a while until I am forced to leave again, I still need to settle into the new house and get my life here figured out.