I just wrote this email to a friend and it seems to describe my feelings at the moment perfectly. So it is now a journal entry as well as an email:

At the moment I am in Austin, Texas at the Boyfriend's parents house. The trip has been a mix of hell and a bit of fun. blown tires, running out of gas and being forced to sleep in a mosquito infested swap gas station somewhere in rural Louisiana, and it all began with the Cambridge police taking his tags on the morning of our departure due to expired registration.
We stoped at the hostel and spent a day there. It was nice to be "home" again. 2 1/2 years is too much time away from home and only a day is far too short of a time to even fully arrive at the hostel.
I took my dreads with me to the hostel and drown them in the pond. I thought it was a rather appropriate resting place for my dreads. I can't explain how wonderful it felt to be back at the hostel. I found a few pieces of myself that I had forgotten. I need to start gathering herbs again. And I think I may be going to school for herbalism now.
At the moment it seems that I am simply living right here and now, and not really thinking about the future. What I mean by that is that I am not just ignoring the future, I have a job lined up and I have thought out all the details of what will be required to live in L.A. (I'm going to have to get a scooter at the very least) but I have yet to imagine my life in L.A. as I normally do when moving someplace new. Normally, even when the slightest change is coming I have a tendency to play it out in my head in various ways. For whatever reason, (most likely stress over such a huge change) my mind can only focus on the moment at hand. Right now, I am on a roadtrip and nothing more. In this immediate moment I am siiting here typing this email to you while drinking a beer. I haven't even showered yet. I still have three days worth of road grime, grease, sulfur water from the hostel, and dried sweat covering my body, not to mention the BO and a dried lump of chicken shit on the bottom of my foot. I can barely see through my glasses (yes, I finally got checked and indeed needed glasses) for all the grease and finger prints stuck to the lenses. In fact typing all this has inspired me to get it fixed, so I'm off to shower.

Tomorrow we conquer El Paso and then on to L.A..

Thanks for reading guys! Pictures and purhaps a video are soon to come.