Hi Kingsley,

I’m about ready to scream with joy! The bus is sweaty, its hot, I haven’t showered in a couple days and there is a smelly fat man that keeps telling me stories about President Nixon and aliens, and you know what? I love it. Every last bit.

Has the world always been this beautiful Kingsley? Is this really how you see it? I can’t believe I’ve been missing out on this, the countryside rolling by, car exhaust, and a vast expanse of nothingness and not knowing all in front of me!

I’m going to Graceland, I’m going to the Grand Canyon, I’m going to see you, I’m going to do everything I’ve been told not to. And when I see you, I’m going to kiss you again, and this time nobody will stop us, you’ll see. And we’ll go to the diner and listen to Matt’s band play and everything will be wonderful.

Oh, we’re at a stop, I’ll write soon.

Love,

Amberly