Food.. and free water (thanks!)
Shelter.. indoor seating during open hours and a parking lot for my car, my boyfriend, and myself to brave the nights.
Wifi.. every location, so many locations, and my data is precariously low.
This is the story of a girl who cried a river and drown the whole world, and while she.. cries her boyfriend questions her, challenges her, entices her to face her own face, and he also sometimes exudes frustration at this almost daily ritual at this point (I haven't cried yet today - have I?) Traveling is tough, living together is tough, traveling together and living together in a car is tough.
Leaving the comforts of home on the evening of 18 January 2016 with J man (my thus far travel partner/lover/boyfriend), the two of us have slept in the Sam Houston National Forest twice, my brother's girlfriend's apartment bed once, and the parking lot of a drive thru McDonalds in New Orleans once. The break from home was not a clean one, nor have all the trailing tendrils and veins been completely severed. So far the weight of the mental, physical, emotional, metaphysical, imagined, and unconscious attachments I left behind (tried to leave behind?) are practically still in my backpack. But this journey is a desire, a want, which makes it a need because if it were to be passed up then it would be regretted in its absence. signing off from Chalmette McDonalds
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