After a nine-and-a-half hour drive, missing the exit to Highway 6, driving in blustery and snowy weather, finally coming into Provo at 2:30 in the morning, and then having to wake up and go to class and work, I feel like week-old roadkill. Not even fresh roadkill.
And yes, I am wearing the same clothes I was wearing yesterday. My hair may or may not be in the same pigtails from yesterday.
Like I said, week-old roadkill.
5 comments:
Oh, that old familiar feeling of having to be in the "real world" after you've been on an emotional roller coaster, and traveling!! I've been thinking lots about all of you and praying for you. Hang in there, Charlotte! Love you!
I'm sure your version of roadkill is still cute and stylish.
don't worry. the same thing happened to us on the way back from new mexico in january. a TWO HOUR DETOUR.
coughjeremywasdrivingcoughcough.
xoxo
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Ouch. Good hell is right.
Hope you're feeling a tad bit better a few days later :)
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