Dogwood
blooms. Dead-end job. Completed college
degree. Nasty ending to a long-term relationship. Credit card with a very high
credit limit. The need to escape from the possibility of a new broken heart.
Long time desire to see the country. Economic recession.
--- That
is the recipe for hitting the road ---
And so…
one clear, sunny, dogwood bloomed spring morning at the end of March 2009, I
packed my car with clothes, a sleeping bag, a vacuum cleaner, my dog … and
left.
Not a
few times between putting my dog in the car and having to stop at the first red
light did I ask myself if I was crazy for what I was about to do. Then as I
went through that first stop light I happened to pass right by the approaching,
possible broken heart and he honked his horn at me. He looked at me in surprise
as our cars went in opposite directions. I had already vanished without a word.
Let him wonder. This was something I had to do.
I
stopped by Whole Foods Market, where I had been working, on the way to the
interstate. I dropped off my employee badge but otherwise had given no notice
that I was not coming back. Just once, I wanted to leave a job by just
disappearing and this was my opportunity to do so. I had given Whole Foods
Market a year and a half of my life that was enough notice.
Next
thing I knew, I was curving down the ramp to the interstate heading west.
Seattle was the ultimate destination but it would be a month before I arrived there. There was no turning back now.
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