8 hours. That is how long we drove for today. 8 hours from Houston, and we are still in Texas…

For the night, my father and I have stopped in a town called, Fort Stockton,  population about 7,500. Downtown consist of about 3 miles of fast food joints and car repair shops. There is a drive inn beer and liquor shop called 5 O’Clock Somewhere…very cool. In short-it is a small town. After asking the front desk for suggestions, we sat down to dinner in a small hold in the wall Mexican food restaurant. The food was delicious, and ended in free sherbert…dreams do come true. While at dinner, I just happened to look around at the other customers, and I couldn’t help but to notice that we were surrounded by COWBOYS. I mean like…boots (with dirt on them), tight Wrangler jeans, handle bar mustaches, and cowboy hats (off to side when you are sitting at the dinner table.) The small town suddenly got a lot better looking.  After ogling beautiful men, and watching how the all costumers greeted each other by first name, and eating sweet sherbert, we left to do my fathers favorite thing when we travel…go to Walmart. No matter what town, state, country, if there is a Walmart near by- my dad is there. Usually does not buy anything, but he looks. Lots of looking.

Tomorrow we finally will make it out of Texas, and will put it in another 8 hours.

Well here we are, they day I never thought would come, I am leaving for California. I am so tired of being scared and worried about this move. I am just ready to get there. So I will get into my car, packed with way too many shoes and clothes, and start my three day road trip. He we go!

When originally starting this blog, I had hoped it would be a where I would post recipes, and share my love of food. It was exactly that for a while, and I am so thankful I had it. This was the perfect distraction from all the headaches in my life. However life gets more and more busy it seems, and my joy of this blog disappeared. So I am changing it up.
In two weeks I will be moving to San Diego, California, where I have an amazing internship at The Old Globe. However the only thing I can think about as I lay awake in bed every night is how I am scared shitless. I should be thrilled….I am moving to California….I have a job at an amazing theatre….my roommate is an Irish exchange student. This already sounds like a sitcom.
So here is my solution. I am a fixer. I am going to use this blog as a place to record my thoughts, fears, dreams, and loves over the next year. I am not really comfortable with the idea that people can read these thoughts, but I’m about to be thrown completely out of my comfort zone anyway so why the he’ll not.
So here’s to another night of thinking too much and trying to imagine the future.