Many nights went by. My sleep schedules has abruptly changed and my eyes cary bags under them. The car smells of old clothes and gas. I can't stand this anymore. I want to find a hotel I can stay at but my money ranges low. I long for the touch of a bed and the softness of new sheets. I want a shower and new clothes that don't smell like old food and gas stations. I continue to drive down the straight road passing large ferns and dead pine cones scattered along the sides of the highway. It's a pretty drive and I stare off into the distance breathing in the minty freshness of nature. For the past days I have been eating small lunches and canned food for dinner. Every morning I skip breakfast and go straight back to driving. I check the map and I'm closer to Colorado than I ever was before. Maybe 2 hours or less. I can't wait to get there. I can finally find a job and start a new life and maybe get an apartment. I smile at the future I plan for myself as I drive along the road.
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Scars and past times
RomanceA new adult Sydney travels around the world not only to find a new life but a new man as well
