I've been doing some thinking, and I think I'm going to become a trucker.
The open road of the USA is the temple by which I achieve communion with the constellations of my own cultural lore, which are scattered wide across the road map. I love to drive, and for any reason at all will happily go on road trips of all kinds. One of the things I dream of doing is to travel the United States (even Canada, no matter) by highway before I die, and why not do it and get paid for it?
I don't know what my family will think. I graduated from college last year with a liberal arts degree (read: worth about fuck-all) and really couldn't give a shit about a career at this point in my life. They would never understand - they have Great Expectations for me; of course one day I may fulfill them, but I'm not interested just yet in doing that. Mostly I've traveled and worked just enough to get by until now. I think disappearing for a year, traveling the continent as an over-the-road trucker, sounds fine.
I understand that this line of work means being lonely, far from home for a long time, and pushed around like a pawn; yet I've read trucker's blogs, researched day and night, and even looked into CDL schools near my hometown. After all that, I still think I could swing it. I could come up with the cash, put in four weeks training, and have a slew of doors open up for employment just by bearing that license. Never be unemployed again.
I'm thrifty by nature. I could save everything I made in salary aside from necessities and put aside a comfortable wad of dough by a year's end. Then walk away if the job didn't suit me, and begin anew.
Anybody out there whose got the experience to shoot me down, or encourage me? For some reason this notion has taken me by storm and won't budge. I realize the realities of the work, but as far as work goes, I think I can handle it. I'm a young, single guy and don't have to worry about leaving a girlfriend or wife behind, no bills really, and am about the most highly mobile person I know. What do I have to lose? If it really sucks I could always walk away.
Anyway, if I wasn't sauced on a space bag of wine I wouldn't have written this anyway, but the feeling is true.