A small segment from a big road trip.

Mid 20's life crisis

katystubbs — Fri, 25 Jul 2014 21:20:00 GMT

Im not sure about anyone else out there, but Im now at an age where I am expected to meet a man, get a 'proper' job and make a nest. Alot of kids I went to school with are now grown ups with bouncing babies and mortgages and I cant help but wonder if I am making the right decisions in life. Forget the mid-life crisis of old that people got in there mid 40's, in modern 21st century England I feel its all about the mid-20's life crisis.

I blame Facebook, and more importantly the Facebook stalk. Its a dangerous invention, an addiction. You can see everyone else slowly progress with there lives while you sit there on your sofa on a Friday night all alone wondering what happened with nobody but Ben and Jerry for company.

However, as deppressing as this may sound, I beleive I may, one day, have the last laugh. Maybe I SHOULD settle down. But I dont want too. Not now. Not when there is a whole world out there waiting for me to find it, oceans waiting for my toes to dip in, sand waiting for my footprints to tread, moutains waiting for me to clumsily drag myself up them. I have wings and they want to spread and be free.

Sadly this involves money. I have little money right now. My dull, disorganised waitressing job makes me sad. I have little time for social niceties. All work no play makes Katy a really rather quite bored little bunny. But thats the beauty of it. Im bored and penniless, without much to call a life, no spouce or mortgage. But in time when I have saved my pennies and got me some pounds I shall spread my wings and go do all that crazy stuff I want to do. And everyone else shall Facebook stalk me and see me on mountains and beaches and say to themselves 'ohhh'. And they shall wish they where me. The tables shall turn.

And that is a quintiesentually British and rather polite rant.

Photos: American Roadtrip

katystubbs — Tue, 15 Jul 2014 20:02:00 GMT

My month long adventure road tripping the USA, from West coast San Fransisco to East coast NYC and everywhere I went inbetween!

Close encounters of the weird kind

katystubbs — Thu, 15 May 2014 05:11:54 GMT

Driving through the wilds of the empty New Mexico desert early in the morning it was obvious why the aliens chose to land here. Back in 1947 Roswell hit the headlines the world over when an apparent alien spaceship crashed on a ranch nearby and set everyone's imaginations alight. But arriving at Roswell UFO museum (or 'research facility' as the locals prefer) its clear the decorators lacked this imagination.

ET's magic middle finger adorns the side of the building right in the middle of town. A quick look around and there are fake spaceships on buildings and alien eyes on street lamps, like some creepy child's toy. On the contrary, the locals are very serious about the issue, as I found out when I sniggered at possibly the worst alien show in existence (Christmas fairy lights and a smoke machine, really?!) the staff would have killed me if looks could.

Walking inside I felt I could have been back at school, walking into the main hall observing the students weird science projects, shabby, ripped, laminated and stuck down with PritStick. I felt bad for laughing, but I'd seen better displays in my local library.

From all over America, people had written letters of 'personal experiences' and sent in photos of UFO's in the skies across the land. Now, I'm usually open minded and never really skeptical, but one letter from a woman describing her experience was stolen from 'Close encounters of the third kind' and THAT photo of a UFO? So clearly a fake the person holding/throwing the toy UFO may as well be in the picture, smiling, thumbs up. Section upon section dedicated to the alien world, crop circles, Area 51 and even Mayan myths of an alien invasion, it's quite an impressive collection of fiction with 'life sized' alien models in giant test tubes, but it's just not, well, right.

Any small belief i'd had before in other beings and aliens had now been dismissed, shattered into millions of pieces of hilarity. It made me think about our very being, we really must be alone after all, the universe doesn't have a sense of humour quite this good.

Back in the van and hitting the road again I look out the window at Roswell passing by, being waved off by alien tshirts for sale in shop windows and wondering how did I end up here? It wasn't the best part of my journey across the US yet but, heading back into the empty landscape of New Mexico I reflected on the aliens and thought that, maybe if that is all true it wouldn't be so bad. They'd love the fairy lights...