Because of the many hours we will be driving, we decided to read aloud a book. I was elected as said narrator, and, as I am reading along, when I'm not pausing to push the piles of rubble that repeatedly fall onto my head or lap back to their original positions, I am bellowing the words at the top of my lungs because the ladies in the front complain that my voice is being muffled by the wall of blankets between us.
I have discovered that if I want to sleep, I only have to tilt my head a fraction of an inch to the left and I am stabilized, so that has been the main selling point I use when offering to trade spots with any of the other four roadmates. So far, no takers.
I have not complained even one time on this trip because, you know what? This isn't about me. This is about my wonderful dear sister, and I would never think of robbing her of any of the enjoyment and excitement she must be experiencing. I am just THAT self-sacrificing.
A point of interest to me--Sara believes that her aura exudes excitement about her move. She says, and I quote, "Everywhere we go, it's like people know exactly where I'm headed! Like it's meant to be!" I personally think people are picking up on this for another reason:
I'm excited because I'm making many bum friends along the way. My personal favorite screams loudly and has a pirate accent. A close runner up is the one who tried to sell me a gift card to a restaurant called Earl's because the jerks at two different locations wouldn't accept it from him, on account of him being dressed like a bum and all.
Looking forward to going back to my sardine can and doing it all over again tomorrow!
I sat in the seat before the final articles were placed. I must say it is the worst seat between all of them and you are not exaggerating. Try not to look into strangers cars for too long or you'll develope a pretty knarly neck crap.
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