So I drafted this post ages ago, and while I'm now way past all that, I've realized I'm incapable of moving forward until I publish it. It has no bearing on where I am now. Not physically, not emotionally.
Le sigh.
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So here are some photos.
Eastern Oregon: Sorta bleakly pretty.
See? Still pretty.
Idaho maybe?
And Salt Lake? Pretty. My friend has a mountain growing up out of her back yard (basically).
But Nebraska and Wyoming? So boring.
Though Wyoming made for some OK boring desolation photos.
And the country basically stayed boring until I got to North Carolina, where there were some trees that were sort of pretty.
Although they were probably prettier about two weeks ago.
Yeah. So. I meant to take photos of the people I visited on my way out, but totally forgot.
Thing is, I have my moments, but I still don't really feel "here" yet. Maybe it's because I'm basically homeless?
Yeah. It's probably that. Apparently homelessness doesn't agree with me.
Let's leave it there.
Stay tuned. I'll try to get (at least mildly) funny again at some point in the future.
If you want a good moving story (That is, it's a good story about moving. Not a "good, moving story," which would be a story that's emotional. I point out the distinction in case you have a hard time with punctuation.), a funny one, you should go read this one. While I was moving away from Bend with two dogs, Allie from Hyperbole and a Half was moving there. Hilarity ensued.