on the road.

Today was pretty emotional. Between tears of leaving California after three years and butterflies for the excitement of business school, I had a lot of time to think. Literally. I spent four hours in the Denver airport waiting for Frontier (pronounced FRON-teer) to connect the dots from San Jose to Omaha.

After landing late in the afternoon, I was determined to get past Chicago. With a freshly charged iPod and cell phone and a full tank o' gas, it was off to I-80. Somewhere between Des Moines and Davenport, I snapped this with my phone-cam:


Soooo glad I drove through the Windy City late at night. The construction on I-80/94 was twenty miles long and would have been a complete disaster during the daylight hours.

So here I sit in Michigan City, Indiana. It's after midnight and muggy as hell. And I can't believe I'm doing this crazy experiment on my own. Sigh.