"You can go west. You can feel the manifest destiny in your blood as it surges and you can feel the need to go out and see the sky and you can because you have time, so much time! You can get in the car and drive and drive and you’ll listen to the music (good music! feeling music!) with the windows down and hair whipping as the road signs fly by. You can pretend it’s your pilgrimage to San Francisco, to New Mexico, to Iowa (even if you’re really just making your way left a bit before you will turn around and come on home)."