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For those days when you've been up since 5:00 am driving down I-95 on your way to New Mexico.

I think I'm in... Georgia right now? I admit I've lost track a bit. The trip is 28 hours; 15 the first day, 13 the second. I think I've made this exact trip there and back at least ten times before, and let me tell you; the fun part of going to New Mexico is NOT the drive. But you probably already guessed that...

But there are a lot of reasons that New Mexico is my favorite place. I mean, favorite that I've been to. I'm sure it would take second by a long shot to London, Venice, or Rome, but I'm not fortunate enough to have much to compare it to.

Anyways, the first is White Sands. I'd give you a little link but I'm currently moving 75 mph down the highway and don't know how to do that. Google it, guys. It's not that hard. Anyways, it's basically a bunch of hills made out of-- you guessed it-- white sand. It's primary use? Sledding as if it's snow. But it's so much better because it's not cold or hot; it's always just right.

Reason two:
Indian jewelry. My style (if you can call raiding the junior's section of TJ-Max having style) fits perfectly with $6 turquoise and coral necklaces. That's better than even Forever 21 can offer.

Reason three:
People. Yeah yeah yeah I love my relatives.

Reason four-- sorry, had to put you down to make a passing truck honk. So we all pump our arms and... It sounded like a bicycle horn. Lolololololol no wonder most of them don't honk for us anymore; they're embarrassed of their horns!

Well my thumbs are tired so I'll leave you with that stunning insight into the collective psyche of truck drivers.

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