Hey friend nation,
I’m back in Charlotte, NC after spending 70 days in Wichita (Derby) Kansas with my boyfriend Marc. I think we get along so well is because our humor is the same. I learned a ton about myself when I was in Kansas. I also got a taste of what my life could be like if we decided to settle down. Right now I’m trying to get my act together and look forward to school and making photos again. I did some portraits when I was there but now it’s time to get my head in the game and narrow down what I’d like to do. I’ll get to that more later. The trip to and from Kansas was pretty impressive. 21 hours straight there (which I recommend no one doing, ever) and around 19 hours back stopping in Nashville to sleep. The trip there started off pretty interesting so I decided to write a captains log. Here it is in honor of finishing a voyage.
Leave home. Car is masterfully packed. Cats in carrier, not making a peep. Got gas. Navigation on. Set and ready to go.
Silently riding along. Taking on our task. Figuring out cruise control. Holding hands. Almost to highway 85 where we will officially begin.
There went our skid plate. 85 and over was a hefty job that it couldn’t stand up to. Something really smells.
Something smells and the desire to make sure the car is ok weighs heavier. Pulling off to check things out off the 74, at a BP in Lake Something Wacko.
Cat shit in carrier. Cleaned with out with feminine wipes. Jenn washed her hands in mens bathroom as the woman’s had no soap. Both sanitized our hands. Marcus sprayed his cologne to help mask cat scent. Car is fine.
Smells worse. Rolling windows down to fix scent.
Either we have gotten used to the smell or its been cured (mostly) by AC. Tiny sprinkles of rain now and then. Radio doesn’t work. Balls.
Stand corrected. Radio works. Missed the Woody and Wilcox show by 21 minutes.
We are in the mountains! Apple-ah-tchen..not Apple-ay-shun. Learning all the time. Still smelly.
Sultan’s of Swing (I thought it was Suede) comes on radio and Jenn gets scooled on the band. Dier Straights. 5 miles away from getting back on 74 to 40 where we will spend the majority of our trip.
Stopped at Piolot some where on 40 for lunch. Got a tire gauge, and Subway Sandwiches. Cleaned out kitty cage again. Credit card has a crap magnetic strip and is cracked. Mountain people have a unique look. Lost my black pen.
Made it to TN! Still in the mountains. Had a Rally Car moment while Marcus masterfully hugged the corners. Knoxville is in 52 miles. Called the home and made the maternal character aware of the smell. She is now convinced of Marcus’ unfailing love for Jenn.
Jenn is now driving and has been since one. After nearly getting side swiped and running off the road towards a cop, the fun ended when we hit a massive thunder storm. Now that we had a place to stop after scaring the piss outta Marc we are again on our way. 13 hours and change from our destination.
Been in Nashville traffic for an hour. Second guessing our directions but is now confident we are on the right track after filling up for the 3rd time. Frustration and deep want to be home is up while the need to piss is now way down. Cats are fine. I found my black pen. Marcus is now driving. God speed.
We have made it to Kentucky. Birth place of Abe Lincoln. I like the blue pen better.
We stopped in Arby’s for a quick bite and pee. Not int that order. Apparently when you order a sweet ice tea they hear the ice part and the phantom sweet tea was what was on special. On the road again and alas the fucking rain caught up to us. 612 miles to go.
I was lazy and forgot to mention that now we are in Illinois. If its not rain slowing us down its cops, and if its not cops, its DEER. Estimated time of arrival is at 3:45. Thats a little over 8 hours. Trying to think of it like it is to Wilmington beach and back. Lets hope there ware no more delays. the cats may be dead.
Stopped at a Petro-Mart to pee. Passed through St. Louis. Wasn’t a fan although the acritecture was impressive to Marc. After getting through traffic that was tedius the ride was then enjoyable. We no longer have the scenery to entertain us, we now have to entertain each other. Oh and the cats are now making it their mission to escape our version of The Rock. This place has its features.. casheir told us his life story. He hates his co-worker, his mom got married today, he got a flat tire earlier. I questioned his sexual orientation from the tongue piercing and feminine manneurisms until he told us he was a single father and that his mom was watching his kid for a week. He is excited over this. Back in the car for the final 4 hours.
We got home close to 5 am. 6 am est. Got cats situated. Called the home and we went to sleep only to wake up 5 hours later. the frest of the day was getting breakfast watching TV and getting dinner. Monday was full of learning where to go. PIcked up van from the airport and went to the bank that is 900 miles away. went to the store and watched tv.
My hopes for the future:
There is no doubt in my mind that I want to spend the rest of my days with this guy and his 4 children. He is so remarkable and has plenty of insight when it comes to operating a business and managing people. My hopes for the next 3 quarters is work hard enough to graduate in June. I plan on then moving to Kansas or Arizona (where ever Marc is working) and bringing my studio with me. I want to then take teaching courses for that state and see if there aren’t any schools/ community colleges that I could help out with along with setting up a mini school for enthusiasts about photography and photoshop. I then want to continue with my portraiture and fine art work and get a solid base to start putting money away. I keep telling myself this is doable. Being away from Marc really does suck though. It’s only been a day and i find my excited for 4 o’clock to roll around so he can come home to me…..oh wait. Long distance relationships isn’t easy I’m finding out more and more and more. Tonight will be the first reaction from the kids about me not being there. Hopefully they will hardly notice. It’s spaghetti night. I miss that guy and I love him with all my heart. Even his mother and her husband and his sister mean the world to me. They are genueinly GOOD PEOPLE and its hard to find people like them anymore.
Time to get up. Shower off. And form a way of surviving with out him for a while. His company is taking us to Vegas the first week of November. I did photography in Jamaica for some of the employees there and maybe make more connections this trip too. Love you guys. Keep us in your prayers. Do great things.