The best moment of my trip so far happened on my second day in Las Cruces when I had part of a gummy and ate a leftover bean and cheese burrito straight from the fridge. Absolutely delectable. Turns out, I’m a simple girly. I’m learning how to be messy.
I was thinking on my drive to White Sands about how I’ve been resisting this iteration of myself. Maybe the key to moving forward is surrendering to the person that I am in this moment, mess and all.
Drove from Hye to Alpine today. Honestly most of it was a slog, the same highway in the same direction with the same flat scenery for four hours, but then the landscape changed to desert hitting Balmorhea and I felt relief.
I spent a lot of the drive daydreaming about alternate lives I could live. The one I liked the most is where I live in some remote-ish part of the country, in an eco friendly house that I designed, and with surrounding cabins to host friends/family/creatives who need some reflective time. An organic garden, dogs, communal dinners… maybe even some chickens. Hmm.
I’m finding that I get bummed/lonely in the evening when the adrenaline of exploring wears off. I think it’s a healthy feeling to get used. My sister doesn’t want me oversharing on the internet so I’ll put the rest in my journal 😘
Stayed in an 1860s cabin in Hye, TX.
Woke up to this view. Smelled amazing, cedar-y? I wanted to keep sleeping, or doing that thing where you’re in between sleep and rest, listening to the roosters and birds.
Road food. The HEB in Fredericksburg was overwhelming. Lots of old white people open mouth coughing and not a hottie in sight.
Balmorhea State Park – swimming with the fishies and ducks. Felt surreal…
There was a woman struggling in the bathroom with four young kids. I wasn’t sure whether to ask if she needed help or give her space. She looked around my age.
The drive from Balmorhea to Alpine. Fuck it’s beautiful here.
Roadtrip starts tomorrow. My mom and I deal with travel nerves the same way… by buying everything we could possibly need for a trip. We enable each other. I knowwww gross capitalism and consumerism and all of that and I’m working on it, but for now I have four kinds of supplements, more books than I could possibly read, 3 new outfits… I think I can declare myself ready. My mom is outside triple checking the car I’ll be driving.
My dad taking a photo of my route
Vinyl 20th anniversary of Evanescence’s Fallen at Target… I’m old
Developing a “Found my soulmate in Texas” sticker concept
I landed in Houston yesterday. My parents keep the thermostat of my childhood home at a balmy 76 degrees F. I’m swimming – I don’t feel a temperature difference between my skin and the air. They have two tyrant dogs that run the house, with barks so piercing that I'm forced into fetal position. I bought their love by feeding them rib eye steak and roasted sweet potatoes off of my dinner plate.
My dad taking a photo of my route
