The last exhibit was the science museum where I ended up showing my child-like spirit and had to press all the buttons I possibly could, and then finished with a film about aircraft carriers.
San Diego was a good way to end the California leg of the trip.
Mesa was another 5 hours east, and by this time I was ready to be home, but I couldn't leave without seeing one of my favorite kiddos, Ethan.
I have known Ethan and his mom Elisha for nigh-on 8 years or so. They have been like family to me with Ethan being the closet thing I ever had to a son.
We all had dinner, laughed, told stories and played with the dogs. I definitely missed seeing them.
Back at the hotel I was exhausted. You never realize how overwhelming an unplanned, unintentional road trip can be.
Morning could not come slow enough. I was not ready for the 982 miles back to San Antonio, Texas, but I lugged my sore, worn out body out of bed, packed up and made it back on the road.
This trip was everything I needed and everything I didn't know I needed. You find new things about yourself. You get to measure yourself, wash away everything that has hurt you, let your spirit reset and discover new and exciting places.
2017 was a roller-coaster of all kinds of sorts. I published a book, I'd fallen in love and lost that love, I reconnected with people I thought I had lost, hired a publicist, I left a good job to pursue a dream, the list could go on.
I had traveled 4,675 miles in 8 days on a road trip of a lifetime.
Life is good as it can be hard, but what matters most is how you thrive through all of it, how you persevere through it amongst the crashing waves, and even the calm.