So in case you missed it, I went on a solo road trip to Burning Man this year. As in, I drove there myself. (I also tried to drive back by myself, but my van's "rear end" [heh] had other plans. OH! That reminds me what I was going to write about on Tuesday! Hopefully I can remember for tomorrow, yay!*)
I did not enjoy the solo driving road trip. Pretty much at all. (Although the same way I hear some women swear childbirth is so painful they won't go through it again but then they sort of forget and, well, there's baby number two... I seem to be forgetting how awful it was, but that's neither here nor there right now.)
At some point during the week, I was hanging out with the new friends I'd made and they pointed to someone across the way. "You should go talk to her, she came by herself as well."
So I did. I walked over to this gal and I said hey, I'm Victoria. The boys over there said I should come say hi, because you've come on a solo (female) road trip and I did too.
She looked at me, "You did?" I nodded. "Isn't it awful!?"
YES! It is! SO AWFUL! And we hugged each other and I may have cried a little because yes, it was awful, and thank God someone else who'd been through it was saying it too!
I will forever be grateful to that woman. For showing me that a solo road trip is totally allowed to suck and that it's totally ok to say so.
Meeting her, and her saying that, was one of the best moments of my burn.
Isn't it awful?
Yes. Yes it is.
*I wrote myself a note, I got it.