Tripping

Many of these pictures could have turned out better if I actually stopped and took a few minutes to compose and take the shot. But when you're in the car for over 4 hours, a few minutes can mean you can get 5 miles further to your destination-- even if though I was going under the posted 75 MPH speed limit. So, I did not stop for many of the pics. When I did, I had to set the timer-- which feels weird, but hey. It's what you do when you're alone right?

After a week, 3000 miles, many many sights and cities passed, have I gained any insight that would make me feel better? Maybe. Not really. At least I know that my sadness and pain results from the heartbreak and not a sense of lacking in courage, independence or sense of self.