I’m in Indiana! This may be the only time you see the Indiana followed by an exclamation point because … well, it’s Indiana. It’s a sweet, wholesome place with lots of cornfields and one major city in the whole state, but there is very little about Indiana that could be considered exciting or simply deserving of an exclamation point. Well, unless you’re talking about the Indianapolis Colts. In that case, I will probably use a lot of capital letters and a lot of exclamation points, too.
Anyway, the drive wasn’t bad at all. I had a little pit stop in Nashville to pick up Elizabeth, whose flight was delayed because of an airport’s poor planning skills. The part from Nashville to Indianapolis wasn’t bad at all, and now we’re back and preparing for a three hour drive to Chicago to see my sister … and then driving back. It’s just like being on the road for work, except I don’t have to talk about my school or use descriptive phrases like “cutting edge” and “community-oriented.”
I even started feeling better yesterday. I claim it was the healing power of boy band music. (Rocking out to NSync and O-Town and Britney Spears and that general era of music is tradition for road tripping with Elizabeth.) However, Justin Timberlake and Company are not some sort of mystical healers as I may feel worse today than I did yesterday. What gives?
In another “What gives?” moment, my Facebook status was about being excited to see my sister in Chicago, and a girl with whom I went to high school was like, “Come visit me! I live there now!” Uh, what? I haven’t seen you since 2004, and I’m almost positive we haven’t spoken since, like, 2003. We’re supposed to be friends now? I’m going to play dumb and be like, “Oh, I was only there for the day, but next time I’m there …” It’s a sweet thing to say, and I’m sure I’d do the same if someone was like, “So-and-so is going to be in Jackson, Tennessee!” However, it’s the second time in less than a month someone I haven’t seen or spoken to (due to whatever circumstances) has just kind of popped up and decided we should be friends again.
I’ll take it as a compliment. Maybe I’m just miss-able.
