And I learned that sometimes, the only way to find the thing you weren’t looking for is to run out of instructions.
I was seventeen. I wanted to get lost. I wanted static on the radio and a boy in the backseat who wasn’t my little brother. But you don’t say that to a man who cried when they discontinued his favorite brand of canned chili. blog amateur
That last part was bratty. I admit it.
For the first six days, everything went exactly to script. We saw the Petrified Forest (Dad took 200 photos of rocks). We ate at a diner where the waitress called us “hon.” We sang “Sweet Caroline” so many times that Sam threatened to jump out of the moving vehicle. And I learned that sometimes, the only way
“Preparation is freedom,” he said, handing me a laminated itinerary. I wanted static on the radio and a