Lose yourself, gangsta.
Tomorrow I head out for the north country. I'll spend tomorrow night in Niagara Falls, Ontario. Wednesday night, I'll arrive in Ste. Croix, Quebec, a town of only 2,300 people; half of which, I'm told I'm related to.
So, this is it. This was my whole reason for driving all this way. Finally, it's here. It seems like every time I get to a new place, I get settled in. It makes the next drive, the next leg, that much harder. I was nervous when I left New Mexico, just as nervous when I left Oklahoma. It's no different this time. I think partially I'm nervous about getting searched at the border, which I head is a given with New Mexico tags. I'm nervous about meeting my family. As dumb as it sounds, I wonder if they'll like me. And I'm nervous about the drive, especially since I'll be cell-phone less. (Which reminds me... Need me? Email please.)
So, there's lots of nerves in Southgate tonight.
Wish me luck! And hope I don't come back as Celine Dion.
2 comments:
Right now, there is a line. You can only see it on paper or on a screen, but in the real world, all you can see of it is a building at the intersection of the line you are following and that same invisible line.
Right now, at this moment, that line's only purpose, its sole reason for existing is for you to cross it and take a picture of the first sign on the other side.
In your next post, can you please put "eh" after every sentence. Just so the rest of us can get the true feeling of the Great White North. Eh.
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