Pretty much sums up Iowa. And Indiana.
After a short stop by my family reunion, complete with candy bar pie binge, we dropped my sister off in Cleveland and drove from 2 pm till 1 am, arriving Iowa City. There are not enough Starbucks (or any other coffee, for that matter) in Iowa. Seriously. Are they not aware of the fact that I NEED coffee? Instead, we're holding out for Omaha.
The trip so far has consisted of us passive-aggressively judging each other's music choices (Really? You want to stop the scan on Elton John? Huh. I wouldn't guessed you were a fan....How do you know this country song?...At least I never liked Nsync...) - though we did have a fun moment rocking out to a crazy remix of Single Ladies around midnight somewhere in Iowa.
We slept for about six hours and were back on the road by 7am. I'm not sure when I developed an acute (some may say paranoid) sense of the dirtiness of hotel rooms – but it's kind of annoying. I can't let the blanket touch my face, the floor seems to be crawling with bugs (seriously – I dropped my coffee lid on the floor and yelped so loudly I surprised myself), and I even bring my own pillow most of the time. It's a little ridiculous, but I'm too cheap to shell out over a hundred dollars for a hotel room. I blame Mike's friend for getting fleas after sleeping on a hotel floor. And a childhood friend's mother who told me that people often pee on their hotel room floors. Seriously, I don't forget these things.
Today we're driving for twelve hours to Denver. As long as I have coffee and some Harry Potter books on CD or public radio, I find that I don't mind this whole driving for days thing. Prior to this, the longest I'd driven was to North Carolina - about twelve hours. This trip is going to bring me to states I've never been to, drive distances I've never driven, and experience a little more of the country for two weeks.
I'm so glad we decided to do this.
Even if I'm going to die from caffeine-deficiency.
In Iowa hotel room.