On Monday, December 27, I drove away from my home for the past 25 months and found my way to the Denver inception of Highway 76. Destination? Des Moines, Iowa. As of 7:43am on Monday, I was officially homeless. Granted, I’ll be returning to Denver soon enough, but there’s never been a point in my entire life where I’ve not known (and well in advance) where I’d land.
My friend Merredith had made me a few mix CDs. I’d imported them into my iTunes but being the packing pro that I am, I’d conveniently packed my iPod sync cable in a box unknown. Fuck my life for the first time this trip – looks like I’d have to go old school and…
actually use CDs.
The trip was made in ten hours flat, and by flat I mean flat. Like nine-year-old girl’s chest flat. I posted on my Facebook page that if you laid every platypus on Earth end to end, the accumulation would neither be as long nor as flat as Nebraska.
I arrived at Angie’s house (she’s Jason’s sister) after acquiring a disposable litter box at the Hy-Vee down the way and proceeded to unload my potable life: two dogs, two cats, one suitcase, a pillow, a dog crate, two dog beds and assorted and sundry items imperative to redheaded travel (blow dryer, flat iron and two bags of “personal care items” I had no fucking idea that I actually used on a daily basis until the business came down to packing them).
Within fifteen minutes of our arrival, Small Dog had crapped on the carpet and Big Dog pissed on the Christmas tree. Twice.
It’s gonna be an awesome trip.
So, as I’m still working while on the road and spending time with Jason’s family, here are some observations from departing Denver, the flatlands of Nebraska and my current state of being in Iowa:
- Music: No matter how much you think you’ve heard, good friends can see into your soul. A kickass mix CD can make you see beyond the most mundane landscape and into your heart. I still love Ella Fitzgerald and Ben Folds, but now I also love a few more things about my life I didn’t know were there.
- Small Cars: Are underrated. The payload capacity of my Mini Cooper is perfect. It holds two dogs, two cats, and one redhead. And there’s still room in the passenger seat. I’m also pulling over 30 MPG on the freeways with the cruise control set on 82 MPH.
- Grief: Knows no timeline. No one else can dictate what you feel, when you feel it or how. Sometimes the best we can do is simply be there, hold the ones we love and offer support.
- The Impossible: There’s no shame in holding out for the impossible. There’s some real fucking audacity in the impossible – wishing someone you loved would miraculously come back, imagining you could magically take away the pain of those you’ve come to love, seeing the gentle reminders of the ones you love around each corner. When we can’t have or do something and people tell us it’s impossible, that just makes my mind work overtime on ways to fuck the “im” straight up.
- Friendships: We can never calculate how, when or why we’ll meet the people who will become the most important to us. Geography should never be used as an excuse to not create relationships and totally shit life events can bring incredible gifts into our lives. Quit making excuses for not touching the people the universe
Tonight, it’s UNO at The High Life in downtown Des Moines, followed by a quiet day tomorrow. I depart Des Moines at the ass crack of dawn on Friday to head back through Denver, stay a night and then on my way to Los Angeles to settle in for a month there. Now if you’ll excuse me, Small Dog has turned into a little Easy Bake Oven for poop and I have something to go clean up.