Last year I departed the windy city on a early friday morning (Aug 31), approximately 6ish AM. My next stop would be: Carrboro, North Carolina.
Time to destination in total: 12 hours. With 2 nights off the road, not so bad.
The last few minutes I spent I had to help carry my own bed, which I’d bequeathed to my upstairs neighbor on the 3rd floor of Ridgeway apartments. Nice black woman named ‘Paris’ (lol) and her son inherited my space aged mattress. There was a certain connectivity between Chicago renters, like we’re a secret society who lavishes a bit of generosity toward one another. Chicago is a harh, cold, desolate city. It wasn’t always like this, but the greedy and oppressive liberal left mafia installs a system of malware into the upper echelons of government which bleeds its parasitic host of all resources, like a vampire really.
I don’t blame these greedy, corrupt liberals because the people willingly elect them into office. Nobody forced them to. And all of these peeps who did so aren’t from Chicago at all. Usually they came from some tinseltown backwater place in the deep boonies of Michigan, Wisconsin, Indiana or even Iowa, It was such a transient place, which kind of made me snicker at that. I wondered what these people must have thought to themselves, that moving to the big city somehow made them sophisticated and upscale. As if Chicago was a place bustling with opportunity and blessings, a land overflowing with milk & honey. Little do they realize it was a greedy vampire, a master thief, a skilled assassin, and a trapdoor spider. If you wanted a very vivid, undeniable example of the effect of the liberal mafia’s influence on a place Chicago is that example: violence, corruption, offensive taxation. Even now in the midst of this nasty pandemic gun violence is still raging in Chitown, it’s far worse and incurable than even COVID-19 is.
So I left, driving incredibly fast past downtown, and once the skyscrapers were behind me I felt pretty wierd. Like going on an extended road trip only not going back was strange, a phantom limb in my soul if you will. I had a trunk full of belongings and a dog in my back seat, the rest of my furniture was being inserted into a public storage locker in a town called Carrboro where my family is. I don’t remember the last time I took such an extended adventure from life, in and of itself a peculiarity. I had charted out my course:
- Chicago to Indianapolis: 2.5–3 hrs.
- Rest in Indianapolis for an hour, then onward to Lexington, KY.
- Stay in Lexington overnight at Ramada inn.
- Next day, drive to Asheville, NC: 3.5 hrs.
- Asheville to Carrboro, NC: 3.5–4 hrs.
The journey from Chicago to Indiapolis was slow, I had to pass up a great deal of trucks and it was only a 2 lane highway that cut through flat idyllic scenery. Farms, and more farms of America. As much as I’d liked Indiana I never actually traveled this far in it, and never been to their capitol, which I thought would be a dull, dry place. It was very much a college town, with nice rustic architecture in the state buildings throughout downtown. Immediately you see the difference in people, more friendlier and less jaded than Chicagoans, who I likened to humans having hibernated the majority of their lives, who social distanced well before the outbreak.
I stopped into some derivative of Marriot hotel chain, they attach some forgettable trendy name and are clearly trying to appeal to either college students or Target fashionista’s. I steal past the concierge and go to relieve my nagging bladder in the nice, pristine lobby mensroom. On my way out I help myself to some rather delicious Starbucks coffee that’s freely available, heh heh. Never offer a Chicagoan free coffee they’ll drink a gallon. I play with my dog in the park for a few so he’s not pent up. A throng of homeless gathered on benches seemed delighted by Sabi’s puppyish personality. I call my sister and told her I was drinking some free coffee I obtained from the hotel lobby and she was calling me a cheapskate, heh heh it’s not about being cheap, it’s about having urban survival skills. You have to think like you’re a super spy, an operative on a mission. She’s putting me up in her luxuriant airBNB for 2 months. She offered 6 months originally but I couldn’t imagine that long. Wanted to get my own place and get settled, really. 2 months felt like 6 though.
Lexington, KY: I was a bit bummed I missed the exit to Colonel Sander’s hometown of Henryville, Indiana. Next time I’ll have to stop through there (if there is a next time). I don’t forsee myself traversing that way anytime soon.
The houses in Lexington are crafted in an intriguing architectural style, they looked unique, distinctive, regal. Intense heat here was more intensely hot that I imagined. It had started to already cool down back in Chitown so this made me glad. Wow I thought, now this is summer. It made me quite happy, really. I hated winter, and longed for life somewhere that lacked that season entirely. Here in NC they shut everything down if there’s a lick of snow on the ground. My first winter here and snow lasted for 2 days then was gone.
I couldn’t help but to feel excited. I’d been a city boy for so long, moving to a place I’m completely new to…wait til they get a load out of me.