We have no idea
what we’re doing or where we’re going.
…so yeah, on a
sidenote, that’s basically my entire life summed up into one sentence.
And despite my
general distaste for country music, this is where I say, “Jesus take the
wheel!”
All we know is
that we are headed south, in the general Arizona direction. Granted the south
is not usually our direction of choice, but in November our favorite Pacific
Northwest is a little cold and rainy for living out of a van with a furry
friend. So, the dry, warm south is sounding pretty nice in comparison.
I’m pretty
stoked, actually. Since I was 5 I’ve had a thing for cowboy movies… you know,
the classic… Tom Selleck rockin’ a mustache and saving Aborigines in the
Outback, Clint Eastwood taking out a band of bandits with intimidating-ly
squinty eyes, and John Wayne making suspenders and a bandana around the neck
look utterly badass.
Now, I can’t
rock a mustache, squinty eyes make me look like I’m sick, and I would not even
try to make suspenders work with my wardrobe… they’d be insulted. But all that
aside, I am so stoked to get a taste of what it feels like to be a cowboy,
exploring the desert in my minivan of a horse.
Let the adventure
begin, and here’s to secretly hoping I’ll find a Tom Selleck of my own who I
can watch as he rides off into the sunset on his trusty steed… Oh Tom, how I hate to see you
go, but I sure love to watch you leave.
Aloha ke akua
-Dai
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