It took me 1500 miles (2400 km) to realize how far I a from home. All the people I could’ve ask for help are not within reach anymore. Everything looks foreign here and people are different. Here in the middle of the country I get a sharp sense of responsibility for myself and Blake. A lot of driving makes its job - tiring me out and making me cranky. How many more miles until I start doubting my decision to drive to Canada? 🤔