On Friday morning, I woke up at 8:13am, and scrambled around to get ready, because I needed to be leaving by nine. Apparently, my tired and half-awake self did not want to get up, so she snoozed the alarms and went back to sleep.
Once on the open road, I was filled with excitement. Here I am, driving over 2 hundred miles by myself with some boppin music, my Cliff Bar already eaten, and my camera sitting next to me.
On the drive, I encountered a few things that put a temporary stop on my excitement and the overall independent road trip experience. I realized that just because I was leaving the city, it didn't mean that I wouldn't come across some pretty rude and impatient people. I even thought I saw a man in a white truck flip me off as he sped past me. I also had the very unfortunate displeasure off running over a little dog who happened to appear out of nowhere on the highway. By the time I saw him, it was too late to swerve out of the way, and if I had, I would have lost control. I'm not gonna lie, I cried.
But, I arrived at my destination without killing anymore animals, and the drivers that I shared the road with got a lot nicer as I entered Arkansas and Missouri.
I sat and drank iced tea with my Aunt, who briefed me on her two granddaughters, who would be my portrait subjects the next day. We also caught up on what was going on with each other, and what house projects needed to be finished.
After that, we helped make dinner.
We all sat at the table, and ate fish burgers with mac'n cheese and green beans. We all laughed as we ate. After dinner was over, I took a short walk outside, as the sun was setting.
And this concluded day one of my weekend here, as I walked back into the house, feeling the cool evening breeze and a contentmant and excitement for tomorrow, which I haven't felt for quite some time.