This 1/3rd Life Crisis Deserves a Roadtrip. Bad Idea?
Early this morning I embark on the impromptu decision to drive across the wastelands we call Iowa, Kansas, Oklahoma, did I mention Kansas, and Texas (might have forgotten a state) in search of respite from my most recent confusions and the search of meaning and existence in the world. It just so happens all this soul searching occurs at the South by Southwest Music Festival in Austin, TX. Authentic Tex-Mex, Bob Schneider tunes, friendly "hi ya'lls" and a stroll across the greens of my alma mater are sure to feed the soul. A couple Shiner Bocks will help.
I've taken companion on this adventure, in the form of BF.
18 hours in a car with BF.
Is this a good idea? After all, he just threw a tennis ball at my butt.