Left the sun behind me

I know why more people do not move across the country with all of their stuff by car.

It's not because of the drive, although I think 11 hours is my limit. It's not even really the money.

Lugging all your shit around in your car is just a pain in the ass. Why worry about all your worldly possessions that can easily be thieved by a simple smash of a window and why stay in a hostel that feels like a soup kitchen in Salt Lake City...

when you could just stay home?

No matter how many people you know and look forward to hugging at your destination, you probably don't know too many people in between, in places like SLC or Kansas City (well I don't), and this shit is lonely. I keep thinking about how I could just be laying on my clean bed watching Sex in the City, drinking a glass of cheap wine, my stuff securely located all around me. But instead I chose to pay to sleep on the top bunk of a bed in a girl's dorm room where scabies or crabs may or may not live and work.

The hostel is funny; actually kind of nice - big screen tv's with cable, wireless connection, large kitchen. Already I have heard a young pregnant girl wonder aloud if she is having a miscarriage because of the cramps she's having on one side of her belly. There also appears to be a cat because there is a dish of food in a kitty-head shaped bowl on the floor, though I have not spotted a single feline. And there are definitely people living here because from the street you can see into the second floor window and it looks like a teenage girl lives here - complete with a wicker shelf with trinkets on it, tapestries and posters on the wall, a huge vanity mirror...
and then I saw this is on the door to the room:



I have multiple guesses. Does a whole family live here? Did a thirteen year old girl emancipate herself but still has a decent relationship with her parents? Is one of those names Laser? Older person with a mental disability? I'm stumped and I really want to knock but I'm not sure I want to wait. Perhaps I can add my name in red marker to the bottom before I walk in?

Tip for anyone taking long solo road trip: By far the best listening I have done in the car is comedy: Dave Chappelle, Paul F. Tompkins and my man Mitch Hedberg - "What the fuck is a Sesa-ME?"

Listening to anything sad is a BAD idea. Just bad.

Okay so I just spotted people going into and out of Tacy's room. One middle-aged woman wearing Tinkerbell pajamas and a teen complaining about something and a older middle-aged bald man with a moustache. They are whispering in there.

My eyes feel like they are going to melt. Time for top bunk! Goodnight sweet Salt Lake!