we parked our car on the side of a secluded street. The next five hours consisted of binging Manifest in our stuffy car, eating one bite of repulsive midwestern Chinese food before throwing out the rest, hanging out in the Pizza Hut that somehow redeemed our taste buds, and repeatedly interrogating bitter officers about when the interstate would open back up. But most of all, it consisted of true joy. We had not had a reason to be concerned. After the sun had set, the officers began going door to door of the parked cars, spreading word that the interstate had opened back up. Along with what felt like the rest of the town, we drove away. While my dad breathed a sigh of relief, I found myself feeling content as I looked back on our adventure. My dreams had become real life. What more could I have asked for? Some might say that I could have asked for a warmer adventure. Some might say that I could have asked for a smoother adventure. Some might say that I could have asked for a safer adventure. But what is adventure without a little bit of chaos?
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