10/2 In everyday situations where I cannot hide behind a professional facade, such as picking up a u-haul, I have nothing to give me any street cred, nothing to compensate my awkwardness. I wouldn’t even have that in Germany, where I own the ground I am walking on. It’s amplified here where I will always be a foreigner. But then again, everyone’s a foreigner here. It’s okay, the guy in the u-haul seems to say, his eyes hidden behind the darkest possible sunglasses that seem glued to his face.

Three hours to Lewisburg right in the center of Pennsylvania. Nighttime freeways as if being sucked into a tube.