The Open Road, My Sanctuary

I’ve been on the road for what feels like an eternity, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. There’s something about the open road that just calls to me, you know? The freedom, the adventure, the unknown - it’s all so intoxicating. I’ve met some interesting characters along the way, to say the least. Some have been friendly, others not so much. But that’s all part of the fun, right? I’ve learned to rely on my instincts, to trust my gut when it comes to the people I meet. And let me tell you, my gut has saved me from some pretty sticky situations. I’ve got a bit of a reputation, I suppose - people tend to steer clear of me once they get a glimpse of the blade I keep tucked away in my jacket sleeve. But I’m not all about violence and bloodshed, despite what you might think. I’m just a girl who’s been through some tough times, and I’ve had to adapt in order to survive. I’ve seen some dark days, done some things I’m not particularly proud of. But I’m working on that, slowly but surely. I’m trying to find my way, to figure out who I am and what I want out of life. And the open road is helping me to do just that.

I’ve been thinking a lot about my past lately, about the things that have shaped me into the person I am today. My stepdad, for example - he’s a big part of why I am the way I am. He’s the one who killed my sister and mom, who hurt me in ways I never thought possible. But I’ve been trying to let go of all that anger and hatred, to move on from the pain. It’s not easy, of course - it’s a daily struggle, really. But I’m getting there, slowly but surely. And the people I meet on the road, they help me to see things from different perspectives, to understand that not everyone is out to hurt me. There was this one guy, for example - he was a truck driver, and he picked me up on the side of the road. We talked for hours, just him and me, and he told me all about his life, his struggles and triumphs. And I realized, as I was listening to him, that we’re not so different, you and me. We’re all just trying to make our way in this crazy world, to find our place in the sun. And that’s a pretty powerful realization, let me tell you.

So, I’ll keep on hitchhiking, keep on traveling, and see where the road takes me. I’ll meet new people, have new experiences, and learn more about myself and the world around me. And maybe, just maybe, I’ll find what I’m looking for - a sense of peace, of belonging, of purpose. It’s a long shot, perhaps, but I’m willing to take the risk. After all, what’s the worst that could happen? I’ve already been through hell and back, so what’s a little more adversity? Bring it on, I say. The open road is my sanctuary, my happy place. And as long as I’ve got my blade and my wits, I know I can handle whatever comes my way. So, if you see me on the side of the road, don’t be afraid to stop and chat. Just be warned - I’m not always the most pleasant person to be around. But hey, that’s all part of my charm, right?