The land of Oz

Topeka, Kansas -- On 10 July, Muna put her car in storage, making us officially both homeless and without any cars. She didn’t seem to have the same pain parting with her car as I did.

Topeka, Kansas — On 10 July, Muna put her car in storage, making us officially both homeless and without any cars. She didn’t seem to have the same pain parting with her car as I did.

After checking out New York, saying goodbye to our home in Jersey and catching up with friends in Maryland, we hit the road toward Topeka. I have a lot of family there, and we needed to put Muna’s car in storage.

I love road trips. I like driving, checking out the sights, and sampling the regionally-specific junk food along the way.

Muna and Taj? Not so much.

Much of Taj’s trip was spent in the back of the wagon playing Playstation, or interrupting us every so often to ask that inevitable question that all children on road trips are obligated to ask … repeatedly.

We made rest stops in Ohio and St. Louis … I was hoping we could take in some of the cities’ sights, but all they wanted to do was rest and “hurry up so we can get to Topeka;” because they were “tired of sitting in this car!” (Party poopers …)

We made it to Topeka with no problems and got to spend some time with my Aunt Pie (yes, that’s a family nickname.) There’s not much to do in Topeka, and that’s the way many Topekans like it. But, in it’s defense, it’s the perfect place to relax and simply do nothing if you’re so inclined. Most of our time in Topeka was spent doing just that, interrupted by the occasional trip to get some more junk food.

Pie was nice enough to agree to watch Muna’s car for three years while we left it in storage there. Our plan was to ditch the car and fly to California, then Washington, before flying to Japan.

Muna doesn’t have the same intense driver-automobile relationship I share with my car. So she had no problems parting ways with her automobile (unlike myself … I still get misty thinking about it.)

When I asked her to take the picture above, she was like: “Really? It’s not that serious.”

We later caught a flight from Kansas City to Los Angeles, to visit my Aunt Peaches.

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