Now I'm terrified... I am quite a few (hundred) miles over my limit for an oil change, and I just read this, a link found through billy. Oy. That may scare me out of going for another hundred miles. (Actually my laziness will do that, but fear is a good excuse)
The first person I visited on my nation-wide tour is now hitting the road herself! How exciting is that? I am an inspiration! Of course, I probably scare off as many people with my rants. And I don't even tell you the worst bits, the bits that I am so ashamed of they will never pass my lips or my fingers.
I was researching my lists for her today, and feeling antsy. Yesterday I was highlighting my maps with my trip so far, and feeling antsy. The day before I was awake, and feeling antsy. I want to get moving again! There is so much to see, and so little time! I know, I'm young, I have all the time in the world... but I'm tired. I want to go home. At the same time, there is so much stuff I haven't seen! There's a Best Western in Colorado that backs up against a drive-in movie theater. You can lie in bed at a drive-in! Then there's the Salt Palace in Texas, the underwater main street in Tennesee... I just don't know that I can see it all.
Oh lord, I'm making myself hyperventilate. Relax, inhale, exhale. Whoosh. Que sera, sera. If I don't make it on this trip, I can come back on a mini-trip. And on the way back, I'll have plenty of time and credit card potential debt. See, I've been saving them. I knew I would feel like this by the end, and any further delays would kill me. So my last bit will be big, non-stop, and debt-inducing. Don't worry, I'll keep it down to reasonable levels.
And just think, you have a month more of these sedentary rants before I get moving again! How fun for you, my gentle readers.
Keep reading, it'll get better soon.