Filed under: Pennsylvania | Tags: motels, road trips, route 30, self portraits
I love motels and their orderliness. Even when it’s crappy, the bed is always in the middle of the room with two lamps on either side of it, a Gideon’s bible and cable TV. The motel we stayed in this past weekend smelled like coconut air freshener and the bed caved in the center. As long as it’s temporary, you know it’s going to be all right.
In our first road trip together, Jeff and I pulled into the parking lot of the Modernaire and found a man standing outside his room in tighty whities smoking a cigarette while watching the sun set. Jeff questioned my travel planning skills, then decided it was hilarious. We filed it away with our other stories, the stories that all couples accumulate enough to write their own novel. We had one suitcase and enough cash to get us rolling home. It made me feel secure knowing we had very little to worry about except each other and the open road.
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