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coffee shop, Santa Fe, New Mexico.

Well, this is weird. After five full days of driving and driving and driving and driving across America, Robyn Furman and I arrived at LAX, picked the wife up and drove to the new home in Laguna Niguel.

I was told, by several people, that crossing the United States in the ol’ Prius would be a terrible idea. It’d be boring, lame, dull, annoying, time-wasting. Why not just hire someone to move to car? Hook it to a train. Shove it in a truck. Drive? No way in hell …

Well, they were wrong.

It was a blissful experience; one that interconnected the nation in a way a map can’t match. You’re in Arkansas one day, Oklahoma the next. Then New Mexico. And Arizona. The scenery changes. Mountains morph into plains. Accents come and go and come again.

It was one of the greatest adventures of my life.

And now I’m in my new house.

And the fucking toilet leaks.  🙂