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I mean, I'd still like to know if you use something that I posted here, but you don't exactly need my permission to do it.

Okay? Okay.

Wednesday, May 27, 2015

Thanks a Lot, Cuncle Cop

Hellos to all the world!

My, seems we've been encountering the police lately, haven't we?

Yeah, my mom got pulled over, but in the end was left with a warning. I doubt she'd want me to say that publicly, but oh well.

We started driving on Wednesday, driving an average of 5-6 hours every day until we got to the next hotel. We went through Tennessee, Kentucky, Missouri, the corner of Iowa (I think), Nebraska, Wyoming, and finally stopped today at our old church in Utah. We will take a break here for a few days before making the rest of the trip to our new home!

The states we went through... in general, my mom and I weren't really fans of them. Sometimes areas looked a little too rough, sometimes there was nothing to do, and the weather wasn't fantastic most of the time.

My Utah pride had not been fully realized until now. I didn't realize how different other places could be until now. You don't know how much I rejoiced when things in Wyoming started to look like the desert I used to thrive in. Poor Allakai had to deal with all my bragging about Utah by text for at least a few hours.

My dad had mapped out a route for us to take that was further up north, even though it would take longer. Apparently, he'd been worried about the weather further south. We found out by the news and weather channels playing at the hotels we stayed at while we ate their free breakfast that he was right. Crazy flooding happened in Texas, along with some in Oklahoma and some other state. Allakai and author12306 were fine, thank goodness, though the latter had to deal with a very very wet backyard.

Do not underestimate my father. He knows lots of things.

Sunday... the day we would take a break and crash in Utah for a few days before making the rest of the journey. And the day I'd see my sister after what felt like forever. I seriously cried a little when I got to hug her. Few things make me that emotional...

We've been hanging together a lot since that (except right now, since I'm writing this). We hugged more, clasped hands, sat on each other's lap. When we sat together, our shoulders touched, but I didn't mind. I relished in the feeling of literally being so close to her. Last night, we slept in the same bed, and I didn't realize for hours (I guess I was dead asleep) that we were so close together our arms pressed against each other. I don't think she knows, but at that moment, I turned onto my right side... and made sure my back was against her arm still. I liked knowing we were together even while asleep.

I even (hesitantly) agreed to go mudding in a big Jeep with our cousin... uncle... my sis said he's our cuncle. She and him had been hanging out a lot lately. He got her to do stuff like go shooting, something I never thought would happen.

We may or may not have ended up stuck like a stick in the mud for almost 2 hours. At least, with the help of strangers in a truck, we were finally pulled out.

What a great cuncle, huh?

Yes, slightly sarcastic, but it wasn't really that bad. We listened to some good songs (though I was worried about how they weren't really Sunday-appropriate...) and I got to talk more with my sis. Plus, I was able to sleep like a rock that night, unlike the nights previous.

Today (Wednesday) we continued our journey yet again, and we went through Idaho, just barely crossing the line into Oregon before arriving at our hotel!

Right outside, I saw a shirtless guy with twin braids talking on the phone like it was normal... I'm gonna guess that's a pretty good idea of what people are like around here. While it's a little weird, it's also cool. People are more chill, as far as I know. I think I'm gonna embrace that and wear more of my weird/hipster stuff. I had told myself I wouldn't let anything from Alabama stick to me, but I think this Utahn is willing to go a little Oregonian.

Last thing- yesterday, my sister painted my nails real fast (with the same nail polish as she already had on, so we totally match now) and put these little cat stickers from Five Below (which we visited in AL right before the trip), plus I wore this awesome T-shirt from the same store. I approve Five Below.

The speech bubbles say "MEOW", the thought bubbles "PURRRR", and the cats on my ring fingers (I gave into trend) have a top hat or monocle. 


I already miss my sister, and feel bad about leaving her. She cried more when we were about to leave than when I first saw her. She's going to be fine, though. She's awesome.

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