Greetings from The South

I MADE IT! I've been in North Carolina for about five hours now, and I already love it here. I'm not sure when the accent is suppose to kick in, but it'll probably be soon. The drive down was absolutely beautiful. Every state I went through was better than the last. I kept myself occupied with Podcasts from TED talks and RadioLab. Andy Hodges, if you're reading this, I finally got around to listening to "Colors" and I can't believe that shrimp have 12 cones?! The rest of you, check them out! Pretty interesting stuff. I also think that my left arm is tanner than my right now, so that's cool or something.

Unlike most girls (not bashing, just saying) I take my road tripping pretty seriously. I like to stop as little as possible, unless of course there are sights that I want to see. I'm proud to say I only stopped twice. Once for (way too much) coffee and once because when you drink (way too much) coffee, you have to pee. Also I got some gas during that stop. Rambo was a trooper, and has earned a car wash when I am settled in.

Once I got to NC, I checked into my hotel and then hit the road once again to go check out an apartment. It was disappointing. It seems that everything you see online is not how it appears in person, if only I had paid more attention to all those reality TV shows. NEVERTHELESS, I shall try again tomorrow! There is a potential place in Asheville, I'll keep you posted. I am also excited to go explore the area a little bit. I am surrounded by mountains and am just dying to go for a little hike.

The hotel I am staying at offers a "light supper," so un-characteristically I go to check it out. I am greeted by exactly what I expect and the reason why I typically don't check things like hotel dinners out in the first place: vegetable meat soup. Complete with sketchy looking crackers. I opt out and take a stroll to the near by Dollar Store. I know, the glamour of this situation is unreal. On the way there I pass a middle aged man who greets me by asking where I am from. I engage in small talk, which in this situation actually means that I listen to him talk about things that don't really concern me for far too long, all while in the back of my head I make a mental note to chain my door that night. Say I'm over cautious, whatever! I just got here, I'd like to stay around a while. I buy some stuff and head back. Eventually I figure out how to make the microwave work, realize I don't have an eating utensil, remember I have a camping fork in my backpack, spilled the cheese on the counter, brushed it into the mac and cheese, eat the mac and cheese, and then wondered when the counter was last cleaned. All that to say,  I am content in my little (locked) hotel room, ready for tomorrow and the adventures that it holds.