i think there’s something wrong with me

i think there’s something wrong with me

I’m laughing after calculating mileage and looking at maps for getting back east in a couple weeks. Only I could be thrilled about it. The things most would find torturous, I get so excited I want to jump out of my skin. Things like:

1.) Driving 3,000 miles by myself, for hours on end each day. (And no, I don’t listen to music. I drive in silence.)
2.) Knowing that I’m going to be blasting through middle-of-nowhere-no-mans-land America. (When I mention this to other people, the usual reaction is “UGH! That is soooo boring. An awful drive!”) My opinion could not be more opposite on this. I’d give my left arm any day of the week to be in a car, in the middle of random state X exploring around some “boring” town talking to strangers.
3.) Having a car with 145,000 miles on it that needs a brake job and has had a “maintenance required” light on no for weeks. Am I worried? Nah- I’m resourceful and I have AAA. I’ll be fine. I haven’t even told you all the story about riding tow truck to tow truck all the way from Vegas to Barstow, CA 6 years ago after Christmas in the middle of the night because my car broke down after dropping off my family at the Sin City airport. I didn’t have the loot to repair my car then and I figured it out. that stuff makes for good stories.
4.) Knowing that over my dead body will I pay for a hotel room. That means no showers for several days again. (I’m sorry, but dropping a hundred bucks on a skeevy roadside hotel to sleep for 4 hours on a bed that could be a science experiment with all those random fluids is a rip-off and turns my stomach.) My Civic is spotless.
5.) I will have zilch $ to stop for entertainment, good food, etc. and it’s just fine with me! This will be a get moving to get there kind of drive. It will still feel like winning the lotto, my birthday and a big vat of melted chocolate to me- my heaven.

Do I really think there is something wrong with me? Nahhhhh. I do realize though after all I have done, being on the road is my true religion. I can’t wait to see some tumblin’ tumbleweed!