July 7, 2013 –
I left Baltimore, Maryland. The day didn’t not start out smoothly and I ended up leaving much later than intended. James was supposed to help me pack my car that morning. Well, he said my stuff would not fit and made me dwindle down what I was taking even further. We got into an argument, a pretty bad one. He took a swing at me, and yea, I hit him. (He says he isn’t going to hit me, but yet takes swings at me) I knocked his glasses clear off his face and one of the lenses in his glasses popped out. I ended up finding it later, but still. No man should ever hit a woman or even act like he is going to. It just isn’t right and makes me feel terrible.
Eventually, James gets my car pack after I recover from my mental breakdown. We get some breakfast from the Dunkin Donuts up the street from us and then after that, Oscar and I leave. I think it was almost around 9 or 10am by that point, but I am not really too sure. It wasn’t easy to back out of that drive way one last time.
Oscar and I got as far as Ohio, even though my original goal was Chicago. It was just the traffic was real backed up on the Ohio Turnpike and I ended up sitting there for like an hour plus the time we spent stopped at the rest stop. I ended up making reservations for a room in Perrysburg, Ohio.
July 8, 2013 –
Left the hotel around 7:30am and drove my way to Minneapolis, Minnesota. The drive was pretty terrible all the way from Ohio up until I got out of Illinois. It was raining pretty bad in Chicago so I couldn’t look at all the sites. Wisconsin was nice to look at and I stopped there and got this delicious ass cheeseburger at this place called Culver’s.
It was another 12 hour day just about and once we got to our room in Minnesota all I wanted to do was pass the fuck out. Which I did after I got everything important out of the car and into the room, showered, and ate a lovely dinner of pistachios.
July 9, 2013 –
Checked out of the hotel room and acquired my complimentary breakfast (which I ate in the car) and left probably around 7 or 7:30 in the morning. It was cloudy while I was trying to get back in the car, but basically as soon as I got onto I-94 it down poured and it was basically like that for a long time (that’s probably the last time I’ve seen rain).
I made it to North Dakota and had the worst experience in a Subway, but I had to pee real bad and I needed to eat. The lady at the register was apparently not from here and it probably took her five minutes to give me my change back. She tried, I guess.
North Dakota was pretty windy to drive through and I didn’t like it. It was boring, but the scenery was nice, I guess. I don’t get why there were so many man made ponds on either side of the interstate, though.
I crossed into Montana after hours and hit Miles City and that is where I stopped for the evening. I really enjoyed my stay at this particular hotel other than the fact there wasn’t an elevator and I was on the second floor. I had to carry all my luggage, Oscar, and everything else and it was ridiculous.
July 10, 2013 –
I left fairly early, around 6. Got my gas and was on the road again. I had already determined ahead of time that I was going to make this a short drive for the day since I was just flat out exhausted. So, I only drove 7 hours (LOL some short drive, huh?!) and ended up in Missoula, MT.
I really enjoyed my drive in Montana. Such a beautiful place. I could see myself living there someday when I am old. Missoula was such a cute town, too. Gah. But yea, I want a little house in the mountains someday.
The hotel I stayed at in Missoula was kinda sketchy, but it worked. I did not die.
July 11, 2013 –
Left Missoula early, but late enough to make sure the Starbucks was open because, Christ, mama needed some caffeine at this point in life. The lady in the drive-thru window was like, “Got any plans today?!” And I’m just like, No, just going to be driving for like 9 hours. She informed me of where the next Starbucks was on my trip, but yea, I’m not really going to go there twice in a day. She tried. A+ for effort.
Left Montana, drove through the ‘skinny part of Idaho’ and then eventually ended up in Washington. I really hated my drive through this state. It was another windy place and I don’t know why. My car is just a freakin wind sail.
Oregon was pretty terrible too driving along the gorge. I mean, it would’ve been cool to look at, but no, I was struggling to keep my car on the road thanks to the wind. So basically, the last part of my drive was stressful as fuck.
I arrived at my new home around 3:30pm in the afternoon. Once everything was unpacked, I immediately went to Target and bought a fan for my room. I passed out pretty early that night, too. But man, I was glad to finally be finished with driving.
For the next two days afterwards, when I sat still, it felt like I was in a moving vehicle when clearly I wasn’t.
Nothing really exciting happened on my drive. Pretty uneventful, but I am glad its done. Would I do it again? Yes, but not alone because I need someone to help keep me entertained. Oscar failed at doing such thing.