day three on the road. trucking is fantastic. it gives me time to think, time to reminisce and time to consider my future. just me, the road, and my truck. the three of us come together, dancing through europe, following each others' steps, without saying a word. neither the road nor the truck try to put me down, argue with me or lie to me. we understand each other, we co-operate, we accomplish. i have not felt so whole in all of my life.
day seventeen. i've had some disagreements with both the truck and the road. we've had fallings out; it seems as though the feelings were not as mutual as i had hoped. 3 or 4 minor collisions in the last fortnight have put our relationship on the rocks. the truck hums its engine ignorantly, seemingly unaware of the perturbations it has inflicted while the road says nothing. the road feels a guilt it isn't willing to face. we move forward - scathed, but optimistic
day thirty-two. i lost my job. i am driving home. the road is ignoring me. reversing in a truck is ♥♥♥♥ing hard
Posted: November 26th, 2013