Home for the next month, or maybe longer if everything worked out the way I wanted it to. According to the navigation app, I still had another thirty minutes left to get to the place I was renting on the other side of town in the southwest part of the state most people had never heard of. Letting my shoulders sink down, I pushed them back against the seat and relaxed a little. Last but not least, I took a week to check out New Mexico before circling back up toward the mountains. I went to Vegas while I was at it because it was somewhere else I had been to at least ten times but had never truly gotten to see. Even visiting an old friend and his family too. Spending time in Texas and then skipping to Arizona, exploring towns and cities I hadn’t had time to check out in the past when I’d come through. Eightish weeks of me driving slowly, stopping at just about every tourist attraction and two-star hotel or vacation rental along the way from Florida through Alabama, Mississippi, and Louisiana. Okay, an eternity that fit into a two-month period. Then I read it again just to make sure I hadn’t imagined it. I took a deep, deep breath in and let it right back out. Coming up ahead, on the very, very edge of my car’s headlights, there was a sign. Then again, they hadn’t stopped stinging since it had gotten dark a couple of hours ago, but I squinted anyway.
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