Travel Journal, Day 3

I knew the people were up to something.

First they filled the house with boxes, then filled the boxes with their copious piles of possessions.

Then they brought out the Red Vest.

We have been in the car forever. Each night, a new bed; each morning, back to the car. I have lost hope that any of these new beds will be my own to keep.

There is only the car, and the road, and the complaints.

Travel Journal, Day 4:

When we first began this journey, I was afraid that it would never end.

Now I am afraid that it will.