The road is long. It never seems to end. That road is Kansas.

School is about to start up again, which means it time for a road trip across America. Road trips can be fun, but that’s usually when you have no purpose to the trip. When there is a reason then the fun’s just sucked right out of it. When you have only two days before your school assumes that you aren’t coming and gives your room to some other student, then you have to rush like a grandma the day before Christmas. I can just see it now. I walk into what was my room only to find that it is covered in pink frills, leopard cloth, and teddy bears. (Gag)

I’ve been through 4 states already. Each state had it’s own moment to remember:

• Wyoming: Swerved to miss something that was crawling across the interstate. It was tumbleweed.
• Colorado: I 25 between Fort Collins and Denver is a death trap. If you ever try to merge onto that interstate you will find yourself throwing anything you can get your hands on (i.e. pens, pencils, balls of paper, beef jerky) at the window in the direction of the elderly lady who sped up and, simultaneously, cut you off and scared the living daylights out of you.
• Kansas: There was only one thing on my mind during the whole eternity of a drive through Kansas: “God, please take me now.” Nah, I’m kidding. The scenery was pretty. I was so sure I was going to see a tornado, though. I realized that driving through most of Kansas is like driving through the Texas panhandle.
• Oklahoma: Just crossed the border, but it’s already reminding me of Texas. I have to remember to bring some heavy duty hairspray, though. The wind is something to be reckoned with.

Yes, road trips are fun.

Nonexistent Independence

In just a couple of weeks, school will start and I will get back to my routine of bad cafeteria food, late study nights, early morning rises, and being independent. I think this whole “independence” thing is overrated. During my first year of independent living, I quickly learned that I can’t get through any of it on my own. Frankly, I don’t want to. I’m way too indecisive and I’m hardly ever satisfied. In my honest opinion, there is no such thing as independence. For me at least, I was always calling my Mom, asking for her advice. She still knew what went on everyday of my life because I deliberately told her about my college experience everyday. I had family in the area who were always a joy to see when I went to visit. I visited often. Independence doesn’t exist because there is always someone who is a part of your life. There is always someone who is giving you advice or helping out. Yeah, you may have to wash your own dishes now. And, unfortunately, the laundry doesn’t do itself. But you are never alone. Never.