I’m *cough*thirty*cough*. To me that is definitely adult. I have a place, a car, a job, good credit and medical insurance. I live the life I tell you.
So, now I am on the verge on my First Ever Real Life Vacation *not on the way to see family. And I am a wee bit scared. No clue why. I have taken the 1700 mile drive to see my folks back in Seattle more times than I can count (OK, like 4). But for some reason, driving with zero people I know at my destination or along the way is frightful. My guess is mostly cause I am female. If I was a dude, certainly my masochonistic ways would intimidate all the boogie men the world has to offer.
Anyhow, I am leaving. I am ready and embracing the idea of seeing EIGHT NEW STATES!!! I think, I may have to recount at some point. I think I see twelve in all. The only downpoint thus far is this: I get online, rent a car as the golf ball is reliable, but sort of like your ninty-five year old grandma who you don’t want to overwork. When the choice of car comes up I choose ‘intermediate’ just between compact and standard. So, I’m thinking something similar to the Accord I drive now. That should work. Ample space and still good gas mileage. I get there and there is one choice, just one. I ask if I can upgrade to the higher class, I cannot. I will be driving a PT Cruiser for the next week. the car that says, “LOOK AT ME…I THINK I”M COOL. BUT REALLY I NEED THIS CAR TO PROVE IT TO YOU!!! NO REALLY, LOOK AT ME NOW. WHY AREN’T YOU LOOKING??”
I swear it said that when I got in. Anyhow, the speedometer works, so that’s a plus.
Road trip posts a comin’ my friends!