First of all, I can't believe it has been almost three months that I have been in Pensacola. I am so in love with this town, and I am so in love with the south. I was always meant to live here, I think. But before I talk more about Florida, I want to talk about the journey it took to get here. If you have been a reader since the beginning, you know that six years ago, almost seven years ago, I wanted to attend the University of West of Florida, and I finally made that happen. On the morning of January 3rd, 2017, I woke up at 3:00 am to leave Portland for Pensacola at 4:00 am. I woke up scared, and nervous. I was even questioning, "Why am I doing this? Am I making a huge mistake?" but I got up anyway, and I don't remember what I ate for breakfast, but I know I had a banana with it. I got into comfy road trip clothes, and walked around my house for the last time. This is the day I had thought about for years. The day that my family would pile into my little Ford Focus and we would drive across the country to the town I had been thinking about for years.
(This picture is from my trip to Pensacola back in April of 2016. I was in the plane, and we flew over Pensacola, Florida)
*edit* Before we drove through all the snow, and right before we entered Medford, Oregon, we stopped at this gas station. Behind us, there was neat, old truck that I fell in love with. I love antique cars and trucks. They are so full of character, and they carry their own stories with them. I would love to know what stories this truck carries with it.
I am going to pick up the rest of the road trip saga in Parts 2 & 3.