see_theworld - Not coming back till I see all 50 states
Although after careful calculations and plans on both a globe and a map I realized that Will hadn't had the heart to tell me about Alaska and Hawaii. Well, no matter. 48 states is still good. At least, by default it works. At least, I hope so.
I slowly zipped up my suit case and eyed the stairs drumming my fingers against the handle. I decided then and there that I would brave the inside stairs and walk through the kitchen into the living room. It was too much hassle to unpack and dig out my downstairs door key. Why I packed it in the first place Zeus only knows. But for now I had to brave the stairs.
I lightly took each step making my way up them to get to the door. I then turned the handle without squeaking it and cracked the door open. Nobody. Okay, go! I swung open the door and spedily walked to the front door. Stopping, I turned around and gave one last look to my child hood hell home and I was off.
Like Bart Allen when he's trying to make it to some catastrophe I headed over to Uncle Rory's old beat up pickup and opened the door, hopping inside. it wasn't the Cadillac but after the whole incident around that I figured I'd better not chance karma. Sliding the key in the ignition I smiled, turning it realizing I was finally free, for now. Grabbing the gear shift I switched into drive and sped off into my future. Okay, I went about 20 miles an hour down my street and turned onto Rodeo drive passing Buffy's house and waving to no one in particular. Plus, her and Willow were both asleep.
Smiling back at my hometown I made my way through Sunnydale making sure not to stop until I at least passed that You are now leaving Sunnydale. Come back soon! sign. Which I finally did. And I knew I was on my way...well, obviously.
My first destination? Los Angeles of course. City of Angels. Ok, so it wasn't a state but I had to stay in familiar territory for a bit, at least until I get my groundwork started on my where to go next plan. I was thinking Washington but I should probabally look into it. Which is why I need a pitstop. And L.A. would be perfect. Besides maybe I can find some lost soul and be her saviour. Wow, yeah right.
Chucking those weird thoughts out of my head I turned the dial on the radio and old 50's rock blasted through Uncle Rory's not so faulty speakers. I turned it down, grimacing at the music and started fiddling with it. Ah there we go. Indie rock. Good for driving. But not for singing. No, bad singing in cars incidents. All while learning and all a mistake.
Lightly humming is fine. And so I did. Lightly hummed all the way to Los Angeles or the Angels. Well, City Of, but they get the gist. Whoever they are...I have know idea but they understand. Forgetting them and theirs I lightly tapped on the steering wheel to the beat of the music as I entered L.A. one big party city. Oh, I would have fun here. So. Much. Fun.
Rock.
Managing to paralell park I exited the car and marveled at the lack of meters on the curb. I could get used to this. Maybe I'd stay in L.A. longer then planned. I do have my whole life to see all 50 states. And California is *huge*. Marveling at the city itself I did a full 360 and ended up face first into a building. Luckily though a young girl, about my age maybe was there to help me up.
"Thanks." I said before turning back and continuing to marvel. Where to next?
I slowly zipped up my suit case and eyed the stairs drumming my fingers against the handle. I decided then and there that I would brave the inside stairs and walk through the kitchen into the living room. It was too much hassle to unpack and dig out my downstairs door key. Why I packed it in the first place Zeus only knows. But for now I had to brave the stairs.
I lightly took each step making my way up them to get to the door. I then turned the handle without squeaking it and cracked the door open. Nobody. Okay, go! I swung open the door and spedily walked to the front door. Stopping, I turned around and gave one last look to my child hood hell home and I was off.
Like Bart Allen when he's trying to make it to some catastrophe I headed over to Uncle Rory's old beat up pickup and opened the door, hopping inside. it wasn't the Cadillac but after the whole incident around that I figured I'd better not chance karma. Sliding the key in the ignition I smiled, turning it realizing I was finally free, for now. Grabbing the gear shift I switched into drive and sped off into my future. Okay, I went about 20 miles an hour down my street and turned onto Rodeo drive passing Buffy's house and waving to no one in particular. Plus, her and Willow were both asleep.
Smiling back at my hometown I made my way through Sunnydale making sure not to stop until I at least passed that You are now leaving Sunnydale. Come back soon! sign. Which I finally did. And I knew I was on my way...well, obviously.
My first destination? Los Angeles of course. City of Angels. Ok, so it wasn't a state but I had to stay in familiar territory for a bit, at least until I get my groundwork started on my where to go next plan. I was thinking Washington but I should probabally look into it. Which is why I need a pitstop. And L.A. would be perfect. Besides maybe I can find some lost soul and be her saviour. Wow, yeah right.
Chucking those weird thoughts out of my head I turned the dial on the radio and old 50's rock blasted through Uncle Rory's not so faulty speakers. I turned it down, grimacing at the music and started fiddling with it. Ah there we go. Indie rock. Good for driving. But not for singing. No, bad singing in cars incidents. All while learning and all a mistake.
Lightly humming is fine. And so I did. Lightly hummed all the way to Los Angeles or the Angels. Well, City Of, but they get the gist. Whoever they are...I have know idea but they understand. Forgetting them and theirs I lightly tapped on the steering wheel to the beat of the music as I entered L.A. one big party city. Oh, I would have fun here. So. Much. Fun.
Rock.
Managing to paralell park I exited the car and marveled at the lack of meters on the curb. I could get used to this. Maybe I'd stay in L.A. longer then planned. I do have my whole life to see all 50 states. And California is *huge*. Marveling at the city itself I did a full 360 and ended up face first into a building. Luckily though a young girl, about my age maybe was there to help me up.
"Thanks." I said before turning back and continuing to marvel. Where to next?