Now that I’m on my own, it’s amazing but exhausting.
When I picked up my truck last month, it had 1018 miles. Now it has over 12000. I guess I’ve done some driving. I’ve been remiss in writing this blog and I’m sorry for those of you who have been worried. I’m still alive and I’m doing well.
Here is where I’ve been.
Springfield, MO to Kentucky.
Kentucky to Tampa, FL
Florida to Waco, TX (with visits from scary mosquitos in Louisiana)
Austin to Pheonix
Phoenix to Mira Loma, CA
Mira Lima to Portland
3 day jaunt home to stock the truck and finally pick up Zilla.
While home I did get a nice homecoming surprise.
After that I was off again. Warden, WA to Arcadia, FL
Bradenton, FL to Cedar Falls IA
Now I’m driving from Iowa to Greenfield, IN and Mount Pleasant, PA
Lately if I’m not driving I’m sleeping. I’ve battled a few bugs and I currently have an infection that I can’t seem to fight off without seeing a doctor, so after this delivery I’m going to see if I can get routed into our main terminal where there is a doctor on site.
Something I’ve marveled at is how during this time of year I can go from season to season in a single week.
One of the harder part of my job is how much time I have to come face to face with some of the emotional skeletons in my closet. When you have hours upon hours on the open road, thinking is sometimes all you have to do. It has given me a certain clarity of who I am but it’s also helped to heal some wounds I forgot were there. I’ve been unpacking emotional boxes that I had shoved deep in my attic of a brain and and looking at what’s in there. While I can’t change decisions I’ve made in the past, I also can stop beating myself up about some of those decisions and forgive. Forgive myself for bad decisions, forgive other people who have wronged me so long ago that I don’t remember the details of the wrong, and let it all go.
Loneliness can be a struggle at times. While training I couldn’t wait to be in my own truck and have my own space but now I can go days without speaking to another person. We’ve become so accustomed with texting as a means of communication instead of speaking to each other, but texting isn’t something that I can do easily or legally while driving. While I’m a competent tester, I also love to talk on the phone. Unfortunately so many people I know don’t share my enthusiasm for phone chats so it makes keeping in touch difficult at times.
One of the rudest surprises I had was at a weigh station in the rest room.
Dudes, this thing is freaking cold to sit on in winter. I mean, I’ve sat on cold toilet seats before but never ones made of metal. As weird as it is to say, but I would have rather have been in a porta potty rather than put my butt cheeks on this thing. It also just had a weird prison feel to it and that made it all the worse in my opinion.
Until next time my lovelies. Xoxo