We have arrived home yesterday evening around six...
The last two hours of the road lasted longer than two days. As the freeway lines increased in quantity toward LA, the driving experience got more and more combative.
All in all, I would relate the driving experience more to point A to point B delivering cargo than taking an adventurous and vacation like "road trip."
I liked the banality of Interstate 40, which allowed me to imagine the road as a truck driver wannabe. In fact, I am now thinking that I wasted a lot of my years trying to be an architect.
I know this will pass, but the roar of trucks and endless interactive experience of driving is what I am occupied with right now. I really don't give damn about Peter Eisenman and the rest and their work as architects and what makes architecture relevant. I wish architecture was less important and I was an Indian trucker stopping in Texas Panhandle and ordering samosas for dinner after doing an eight hours of driving. I wish I had a nice truck with an ample cab. I wish I didn't take this trip and feel the carier limbo I am in right now.