Motel Motel

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Tim McGraw says the highway don’t care. And maybe it don’t. But I’ve got to tell you, some of my favorite moments are on highways. There’s something in the possibility of the destination. You never know what you might stumble upon. Like a billboard in Tuba City, Arizona that takes you to dinosaur tracks. (Yes, that’s a thing! I’ll post about it.) Or this abandoned motel, overgrown with weeds, that perfectly matches the dress you threw into the trunk of your car. Like, maybe I’ll wear this, maybe I won’t?! Whatever, it’s cute. That’s the beauty in the adventure. You just never know what you’ll stumble upon. Call it serendipity. Call it kismet. Or meant to be. Or maybe it has no meaning at all. It’s just here and now. And the road can lead me on. I’ve got nowhere I need to be.

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