Millis OTR journal

Right on

 

My family migrated slowly from PA to Ohio before I was born. I inherited the football roots from my dad before he became a Browns fan. He now lives in Georgia and is a Falcons fan. I'll never understand the lack of loyalty. Whatever. And as far as hockey goes, I like the Bruins. Long story.

 

Well, I'm not sure what to think about today. It started out decent enough. I gave myself an extra hour of sleep this morning, and I hit the Walmart in Merrillville on the way to the final. By the way, that is a VERY truck friendly place. We have plenty of runs that will land you on 65 or 30. Keep that place in mind. When I hooked to an empty trailer, I was given a broker load that picked up about 30 miles away. It delivers extremely close to New York City and Newark. I have never once even considered using the ability to turn down a load. I'm not gonna lie, I came close today. By all rights, I'm allowed. But, I have more trepidation about getting a bad reputation than I do of going to the final. This is the first time in a long time that I've been nervous. Borderline scared, actually. I have been reminding myself of how scared I was to go to the Miller plant in Milwaukee the first time. And Baltimore. And Boston. Milwaukee is nothing now, more of an annoyance than anything else. Baltimore? No problem. But this is the big one, the evil dragon I've been worried about. At least it isn't in The Burroughs. That doesn't mean much to me at the moment, because I know that demon is coming at some point. I also remember how much I hated going to the "big city" of Cleveland before I started driving this 40 ton missile. Cleveland is a frigging walk in the park on a sunny day now, with a supermodel and a bottle of honey whiskey. It's unbelievable to me right now when I look at where I was on my first day of school. That person is long gone, and he's never coming back. If I'm going to be completely honest with myself and everyone else... I made this change to find out who I was, and what I was made of, and what I was capable of accomplishing. Everyone has a reason for coming to this trade, and every reason is different. But don't say you always wanted to do it. Or you thought it looked fun. Look deeper at your reason and I'm betting you'll discover something profound. I didn't figure it out until today. And I'm glad I looked, and I'm proud of who I've become. I will never be cool. I will never sophisticated. I will never achieve feats of greatness. But what I did by coming here has made me unrecognizable, and I like what I see when I look in the mirror. My wife sees it too, and that means everything. Sorry for the sappy slide into chick-flick territory. I'm just feeling very introspective at the moment. If you are reading this as a student or someone considering a change...do it. It's amazing, and you'll be impressed with the change you see. And I will leave you with this side note. I am parked at a pay lot in Chicago with so much traffic and mayhem around me, and I am more "zen" right now then I have ever been. I will be the first person in line to tell you that my experience probably isn't the norm. But, I'm home. I hope that you can find this feeling, because it's amazing. I'm done rambling. Goodnight folks. Keep the rubber down and the shiney up. Peace y'all. Talk to you guys tomorrow.

 

Thank you. Really man. I won't stop freaking out until I'm in the hills.

 

Thank you very much. One thing I've always loved about this site is that I never feel alone. I think that after this load and the unavoidable load into the burroughs I'll be in a better place. But for now I'm crapping a brick.