Jan 12, 2020
16 min read
The road trip
It is the night before we will hit the road in my yellow Rabbit, odometer 221,556 miles, inherited when my Dad got a new company car. My backpack, guitar and diverse camping gear are piled up by the front door. But tonight, I feel as if I am saying goodbye forever to Hotlanta, like I already know that I’ll never be coming back, even though there is no actual plan of the kind.
