Lessons Learned: a Haiku

This blog post is inspired by my pal Claire Connelly who has been blogging about her breast cancer journey. Go check it out—she is hilarious and wrote a haiku blog post about her chemo treatment, which is much better than this one (and probably more correct poetically). While you’re there, check out the rest of her blog. She’s a creative genius.

Now on to the poetry.

Eleven hours—
the drive from Indiana
down to Savannah.

It’s the longest drive
of our entire road trip
(at least that’s the plan).

Kate and Steve have done
this exact drive in the past.
Dad offered advice:

Stop halfway and rest
in good old Chattanooga.
Book your hotel now.

But what if we want
to keep driving a bit more?
What if we get there…

…and don’t feel tired?
We could keep going and save
some time the next day!

We’ll book one later
in a smaller, cheaper town
when we are ready.

Then, six hours in,
we both start to get sleepy.
Where are we, you ask?

You guessed it, we’re in
Chattanooga, Tennessee.
We get on our phones

and book a hotel.
Only eighty four dollars
at the Super 8!

Imagine the worst
hotel you’ve ever been to.
Then multiply that.

That was our hotel.
The room smelled like cigarettes.
The sheets had burn holes.

The first thing I did
was check the bed for bed bugs.
I didn’t find them.

But what I did find:
a Gatorade cap and a
Hot Wheels matchbox car

The bathroom may have
been the scene of a murder.
It was disgusting.

“Don’t use the shower
and don’t touch the comforter,”
was what we agreed.

My favorite part?
The sticker on the mirror
“Surprise, make a wish.”

I wish we had planned.
The moral of the story:
Listen to your dad.

Graphic design is my passion.

I wish I had more photos of the bathroom to really show you how gross it was. This was the sink.

The pool was closed for maintanence, the laundry was “coming soon” and the continental breakfast was one discolored, pre-packaged sausage biscuit (we don’t eat meat so we got no breakfast).