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  • Getting to LA is not only a psychological journey, but very much a physical one as well; of which packing is half the battle. Trying to fit all the "necessities" in to a compact car is like a game of tetris in which losing means leaving behind something you've deemed vital. However, after packing my little Chevy, I wanted to nickname it "Mary Poppins" since I literally felt like it kept expanding like Mary's magic bag. After loading up and eating a country breakfast from Grandma, myself and my British friend Catherine began the trek across America. Though traveling with a Brit meant I had to do all the actual driving, (minus the 45 minutes I allowed her to drive through Arches National Park in Utah) Catherine was the perfect partner. To see something--in this case, America--through the eyes of someone who stills see it as fresh and different helped me to appreciate parts of the natural terrain and quirks of our culture that I haven't noticed in a very long time. With Catherine, even Kansas became something notable.

    Highlights of driving across the country:

    • Stopping in every state (if even just on the side of the highway) for a photo
    • Listening to Rebecca Ferguson's album nonstop (since it was the only music we could agree on)
    • Detouring through Arches Nat'l Park and catching the insane beauty it beholds
    • Being pulled over and charming our way out of a ticket
    • Army men flexing their muscles for us as we drove along side their truck
    • Talking, talking, talking and talking some more
    • Pulling into Los Angeles and immediately being stuck in rush hour traffic

    As I drove the 28 hours it takes to cross this country, I had a lot of time to think. It seemed surreal to me that this was actually happening; that I was moving to Los Angeles and my life would be incredibly different than it had been in the few years past. For the first time, ever, I had NO idea what to expect at all. Though the many freeways and highways and detours I was traveling on were clearly taking me to LA, in actuality I felt like this journey was ultimately taking me to a completely open-ended anywhere.
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