I left LA last night around 7 p.m. My dad is driving, at the moment.
Betty is chewing on her rope toy. Dex and Dash are spooning in their crate (they’re cats, by the way).
And I am looking at my keychain. It’s very bare. Just one key: for my beach cruiser lock. I am in the in-between.
No house keys, no car keys (well, except for the Penske truck), and everything I own are cruising up the freeway at 55 MPH.
We just passed through Sacramento. Eight hours until we pull up to the
I have to admit, while I’m excited about the next chapter, sad nostalgia is the flavor of the moment in the cab of the Penske…Venice was good to me.
I already miss the beach. I miss my friends so much my heart hurts. I’m scared about Bend winters. And I really have to pee.