Disclaimed reminder: this is fiction.
January 17, 2019
We’ve been on the road now for 17 days. At first it felt right to drive clear across the country with your best friend. We’ve known each other since we were five. We’ve spent countless vacations with each other’s families. We even shared a dorm room for a semester before Austin walked on the swim team and transferred to their dorm.
Nothing has kept us apart. Yes, I can be slovenly, on occasion. Yes, Austin smacks his lips when he chews gum, and it annoys me to a breaking point.
Spending 17 days in a car together, though, has radically changed our relationship. We’ve done something we’ve never really done before. We had, like, real actual deep meaningful conversation. That wasn’t the plan. We’d finished college early. We both had expendable income and six months to wait before we move to different parts of the country for new and awesome job opportunities.
I never knew Austin cared about politics. I just thought he was like me. He’s a die hard supporter of the Green Party, which also blew my mind. I didn’t know he cared for the environment. I never thought about it. He didn’t know I voted for Trump. It seemed like the best decision at the time. The drive from place to place forced us to listen, to learn, to grow. I can’t think of someone I’d rather drive across country with.