Road Dawgin' or God Made Hell on Earth, Its Name is Wyoming.
Hello from the road!
Here I am, day two on my illustrious trip to Portland. Here I am, in Wyoming. I've never been to this state and while pretty (sort of), the wind here is incredible, the sun is beating down and it's just god damn dusty. The towns are 100 miles apart and there's really nothing to see; you've seen one cliff, you've seen them all. I did however see an antelope and a praire dog! The sun is awful though, so awful that I was forced to get a pair of sunglasses. Since I wear glasses and I didn't want to suffer from headaches I opted for one of two options for a man in my case (three if you count not being a pussy and suffering through it), I opted for the Robo Cop Old Lady Over-the-glasses Sunglasses. Let me tell you. I. Look. Fabulous.
So here I am at a La Quinta Inn in Rock Spring, typing in my blog bored out of my mind. Last night was spent in Grand Island, NE, a place almost as desolate and sad as Wyoming. I'm doing this trip with my mom, who is nice enough to not only tow a trailer on the back of her SUV, but also foot the bill for, well.. just about everything. We ate at thee worst Mexican restuarant ever and stayed a Regency Inn that was possibly infested with bed bugs. So far, the trip has been okay. I know I'm sounding uber negative about all of this, but it's still fresh with me. I miss my bed and the comfortable surroundings of Columbia; my car, my friends, my life. It's very different and this trip is just an extended limbo with poor shower pressure and a lack of leg room (not to mention a yappy but well behaved terrier).
Tomorrow we head into parts of Utah and probably Idaho before we will probably bed down and then head to Portland the day after tomorrow. From there it's mega-apartment search and a visit from my brother and his girlfriend. We plan to see either Mt. Hood or drive to the coast while they are here. I'll take either, but I'm really hoping for the coast, I just want to see the ocean again.
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Saying goodbye to people is the pits.
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I'm not sure I've felt as much sadness and stress as I have the past week. It all started Wednesday really, that was the real beginning of the goodbyes. First with the goodbye of a new friend and ending with the goodbye of a great friend. Saying goodbye to Lisa was heart-wrenching. I'll be honest. Saying goodbye to her was like saying goodbye to Columbia all together. It made it all feel so final. I was insanely sad. I spent the rest of the week drunk as ever weaving in and out of awkward to touching goodbyes. My friends did their best at getting me wasted (also the Eastside Bar Staff), I just wish they would have assumed the duties of packing my stuff and the trailer as well.
Giving away my cats was the worst. I miss them so much it's insane. Ethan may have been a little shit, but he was my little shit for 3 years. When my mom took him to the Humane Society, I was balling my eyes out. I felt awful, a bad parent, a horrid person. Charlie found a home with LeAnn down the street. She will be in good hands (I hope). My top person couldn't take her and I really didn't want to leave Charlie with my old crazy neighbor. Apparently Charlie is still showing up at the house (according to Jon). Hopefully she will begin to stay with LeAnn more often. I miss her too.
Goodbyes to my group of friends was hard. They made it easy and there weren't any hysterics. A simple handshake/hug and a good luck. I know I'll see them soon, we'll remain in touch as often as possible. I really hope they can all come up sometime and I can't wait to see them again ASAP.
Next post will be from Portland. I got an 'A' in Sociology, so give me a high-five if you ever see me.
m
Here I am, day two on my illustrious trip to Portland. Here I am, in Wyoming. I've never been to this state and while pretty (sort of), the wind here is incredible, the sun is beating down and it's just god damn dusty. The towns are 100 miles apart and there's really nothing to see; you've seen one cliff, you've seen them all. I did however see an antelope and a praire dog! The sun is awful though, so awful that I was forced to get a pair of sunglasses. Since I wear glasses and I didn't want to suffer from headaches I opted for one of two options for a man in my case (three if you count not being a pussy and suffering through it), I opted for the Robo Cop Old Lady Over-the-glasses Sunglasses. Let me tell you. I. Look. Fabulous.
So here I am at a La Quinta Inn in Rock Spring, typing in my blog bored out of my mind. Last night was spent in Grand Island, NE, a place almost as desolate and sad as Wyoming. I'm doing this trip with my mom, who is nice enough to not only tow a trailer on the back of her SUV, but also foot the bill for, well.. just about everything. We ate at thee worst Mexican restuarant ever and stayed a Regency Inn that was possibly infested with bed bugs. So far, the trip has been okay. I know I'm sounding uber negative about all of this, but it's still fresh with me. I miss my bed and the comfortable surroundings of Columbia; my car, my friends, my life. It's very different and this trip is just an extended limbo with poor shower pressure and a lack of leg room (not to mention a yappy but well behaved terrier).
Tomorrow we head into parts of Utah and probably Idaho before we will probably bed down and then head to Portland the day after tomorrow. From there it's mega-apartment search and a visit from my brother and his girlfriend. We plan to see either Mt. Hood or drive to the coast while they are here. I'll take either, but I'm really hoping for the coast, I just want to see the ocean again.
*
Saying goodbye to people is the pits.
*
I'm not sure I've felt as much sadness and stress as I have the past week. It all started Wednesday really, that was the real beginning of the goodbyes. First with the goodbye of a new friend and ending with the goodbye of a great friend. Saying goodbye to Lisa was heart-wrenching. I'll be honest. Saying goodbye to her was like saying goodbye to Columbia all together. It made it all feel so final. I was insanely sad. I spent the rest of the week drunk as ever weaving in and out of awkward to touching goodbyes. My friends did their best at getting me wasted (also the Eastside Bar Staff), I just wish they would have assumed the duties of packing my stuff and the trailer as well.
Giving away my cats was the worst. I miss them so much it's insane. Ethan may have been a little shit, but he was my little shit for 3 years. When my mom took him to the Humane Society, I was balling my eyes out. I felt awful, a bad parent, a horrid person. Charlie found a home with LeAnn down the street. She will be in good hands (I hope). My top person couldn't take her and I really didn't want to leave Charlie with my old crazy neighbor. Apparently Charlie is still showing up at the house (according to Jon). Hopefully she will begin to stay with LeAnn more often. I miss her too.
Goodbyes to my group of friends was hard. They made it easy and there weren't any hysterics. A simple handshake/hug and a good luck. I know I'll see them soon, we'll remain in touch as often as possible. I really hope they can all come up sometime and I can't wait to see them again ASAP.
Next post will be from Portland. I got an 'A' in Sociology, so give me a high-five if you ever see me.
m
posted by mwelch at 8:57 PM
2 Comments:
I'm sort of fascinated by Wyoming. I filled out an application for the University of Wyoming last year but threw it away instead of sending it in. I realized I was only wanting to apply so I would have a reason to move to the state. When I think about where I would like to spend the rest of my life Wyoming is definitely towards the top of the list. I'm not sure why. I guess it just seems like a good place to be left alone.
Anyway, get your blog on. Kind of like "Get you freak on" but blog instead of freak.
I miss you so much I almost rented the first three episodes of Lost.
The trip sounds great thus far. Or, at least, it's making for great reading for someone NOT in Wyoming. I'm so sorry about Ethan...surely someone will adopt him. If I weren't mildly allergic to cats, didn't have a dog, and lived in Columbia, he would've been mine.
Drive safely the rest of the way to p-town.
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