On January 1st my mom and I left San Diego for Chicago on a road trip that lasted three days. I hadn't allowed myself a moment of reflection since the death of my dad so it was nice to sit in a car for hours without little people pulling at my legs and demanding snacks and entretianiment. I tried to continue on with my regualarly scheduled life and pushed aside every sad thought I had. The road trip hit me like a bag of bricks and ended up being a very zen like three days. I miss my dad so much that it hurts to think of him.
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