on the road

by rantywoman

Lots of packing up, loading up, cleaning up, and tears. My “non-committal” man cried in therapy last week over me leaving.

It felt so strange to drive away from L.A., especially once I hit the endless desert scrub. I can’t help but worry that I’m driving away from the city of opportunity and into a future of diminished expectations.

Perhaps it is all a desert mirage.