Two months ago, I quit my job in TV news. Friday November 6th was my last day. It was a long road from the day I quit to my last show, and with everything happening in the world, I had a lot of trouble looking beyond my last day.
I’ve alway viewed time as blocks with a definitive end, and a sort of a blackness in the future. Once something is over, it’s hard for me to grasp what’s next.
Luckily, I’ve always had a next step planned. High school then college, first job before I hit graduation day and a second job before I left the first. When I quit, I had a job lined up. I had a plan for what was next, but I ended up having to stay at my job two months longer than planned, and had to give up the new job.
So a few weeks ago, I decided to go on a road trip. Whenever life has gotten stressful or boring or uncertain, I’ve turned to YouTube and Instagram, watching travel bloggers and van lifers live out their dream of being on the road, and when I suddenly had a huge expanse of time on my hands, I decided to turn my uncertainty into an adventure.
Because of Covid and the fact that I don’t have a source of income anymore, I kept it all within New England. My accommodations were varying levels of outside of my comfort zone. But really this road trip was meant to serve two purposes, as a way to process and heal from an extremely stressful time in my life, and to see if I could be on the road for days at a time with only Chloe for company.
So keep reading for my first solo road trip.