Speaking of where I am, I don’t think I’ve ever mentioned one of the unexpected challenges of my solitary, nomadic lifestyle.
Whenever I am in a daily driving mode (which is much of the time), I almost always wake up in the middle of the night in extreme confusion. I am alone, in a completely familiar environment (my Mini), but have a disturbing sense of dislocation.
Where am I?
It is always with a sense of alarm. I have an irrational middle-of-the-night fear that I’ve fallen asleep in some inappropriate place – like a gas station, or on the side of the road.
The problem is that, with no visible indicators of where I am, I have to completely wake myself up to figure it out.
Oh, now I remember, I am on my way to Michigan and am parked at a Walmart in Iowa.
But by that time, the adrenaline rush (and cognitive work) have me wide awake.
When I hit the road to drive back to Texas, it started up again. I woke up in Green Bay, Wisconsin in complete confusion and fear.
Exasperated, last night I was determined to fix this problem…
10 months of sobriety today!