Well, I made it home. I successfully journeyed down to the southern states and came home unscathed. Well, almost unscathed. There were a couple run ins with the law, but I won't get ahead of myself. I'll start at the start, but for those of you who haven't read what my trip was all about, catch yourself up by reading the two previous blues blogs.
The day of departure felt odd from the start. For the whole night before and the whole morning of, I felt like a napping corpse, waiting in neutral for the drive to begin. Even playing music with the band seemed like a waste of energy. I ran a lot of errands to pick up supplies, and by 1 o'clock I was finally ready to hit the road. I smoked a little weed, put on The Band and started my 8 hour long trek to Southern Virginia.
The first leg of the trip seemed strangely normal. For the first 5 or 6 hours, I felt like I was just taking a regular trip back to school in Lancaster. The weather was beautiful, sunny skies and large, fluffy clouds, there was no threat of inclement conditions. My first stop was at a large Hess Station in Harrisburg, Pennsylvania for a mid-drive dump. I could tell I wasn't in Fairfield County anymore. There were cowboy hats for sale and racist remarks written in the bathroom stalls. It was at this point I started to realize that I was now the odd man out. I was the weird one. Although I was horny for the unknown, it was scary being all alone, and this slight culture shock was just the first of many coming.
I passed the Mason-Dixon Line at 5 pm, cruising towards Christansburg, VA. During a stop at a gas station in West Virginia, I started to get concerned about the car. Not for any automotive reason, but simply because of its looks. My mom let me take her Lexus, because any long trip is made easier with GPS, but it was starting to make me stick out like a sore thumb. Black luxury SUV, vanity plates and liberal college bumper stickers. I was getting hostile looks from the locals, and starting to feel the pressures of being out of place. But one nice nod from a sweet old man made me feel as if there was no substance to my fear. After all, when was the last time you heard about southerners angrily beating another american kid simply for being from the north? So I got back in the car, convinced everything would be all right, and kept rolling towards my destination, blasting The Thrills and singing at the top of my lungs.
After stopping off for some Micky D's for dinner, I started the final push to my hotel. I was driving through the Virginia farmlands, where rolling hills and fields stretch out for miles. The sunset was absolutely gorgeous, and I found myself dangerously watching the pale pink sky and brilliantly bold orange-red sun. I wanted to stop off the side of the road and watch it from a hilltop, but it seemed a bad idea to trespass on someone's farm and leave the lexus unattended. I made it a point to watch another one at some point.
Finally, after 8 hours of driving, I made it to Christiansburg, Virginia. The hotel was quite nice (the kind of place my mom would book me in), and that made it hard to decide what I wanted to do. I could either chill and watch the South Park that was on (Jimmy's Erection Episode, "But the talent show is tomorrow!"), or go venture into town and find Virginia Tech. I decided to do something, so I bought a six pack of Coronas and drove the VT athletic complex. It's such a massive campus, and the only thing I could really find was the football field and student gym. I would have walked around, but seeing students in their natural habitat made me feel very isolated and alone, so I just drove around a bit and marveled at the massive football stadium. It looked like a giant temple to the gods of sport, and I reverently envisioned the activity that it housed on game day.
This last section, I'll take directly from my trip journal, written at 12:30 am on Wednesday August 26th. "Got pretty fucked up. 4 Coronas and 2 one hitters, drank in the room and watched 'In The Army Now'. I can't do as many push ups as Pauly Shore, and that's a saddening thought. Sat in the car and smoked, I'm being very safe about things, but I didn't expect to have this much bud on me, still not that much though. Like in life, the weed will eventually be gone, and I'll have to manage myself without the habit I've truly abused for the last four years. This trip is starting to take its toll on me introspectively. Every song I listen to has some relation to my situation, some are reassuring, others are not. When I punched in Clarksdale in the GPS, I realized that tomorrow at 8 am, I will be driving 10 hours to Mississippi. I know I've got to grow up, but that requires action. I don't think this is going to be as easy as quitting coke (the soda!) after pledging, but these are all thoughts I've been thinking for nearly 3 months now. I guess it comes down to September 1st. Either I will shape up as I should, or I'll continue 'wasting my potential'. If I succeed, this trip will be the end of my childhood. That thought is saddening, but then again, all life is is Time & Growth & Life & Death & Love & Lust & History."
So that's the first leg of my journey. Please check back to read the other, more exciting parts of my trip. Until then, I'll leave you with a haiku I wrote in the hotel lobby the next morning before leaving to go to Mississippi. It's called, "I Just Heard Senator Kennedy Died Last Night".
Bagel and Cream Cheese
Edward Kennedy is dead
So it goes, they say.