Epilogue
Hitchhiker's Guide to Daddy's Heart
Hello my beautiful little hitchhikers. Yes… yes I know. It's been a hot minute. And I'm sure you've noticed the change in title for the blog. But I'll remind you all the last time you heard from me was right after I was kidnapped and met the man of my dreams.
So so much has happened since then and I know I should have been better about keeping in touch and I will do my bestest best to keep y'all updated about whats happening from here on out.
So let's do a recap shall we?
For starters… I guess I'm not really a hitchhiker anymore. Before you all dramatically unfollow me, give me a chance to explain.
I still spend my life on the road, collecting stories, meeting people and finding great adventures. The only difference is that these days I travel with one extremely grumpy bounty hunter who keeps trying to convince everyone he's not secretly a giant softie.
Anyway, Daddy (as I call him… you can all call him Highway Daddy) travels around, tracking down skips (thats bad ass talk for bad guys that run out on their bale) and I travel around with him.
He's now finally given me permission to start writing about the weird little towns, diners and roadshide attractions we see as long as I stick with the whole trend where I only publish a few weeks after we've been somewhere so we don't tip off any of his bad guys and we keep the crazies off my trial.
This brings me to my other bit of news. I got an ACTUAL JOB writing for an online magazine.
I know. I'm shocked too.
Apparently, someone read this blog and decided that my habit of wandering into bizarre situations writing about them was journalism.
Who was I to argue?
So from now on I'm officially a travel journalist. Which sounds significantly more respectable than professional thumb enthusiast. And the best part about this new position? They're totally cool with me sticking with Crowe and our crazy life, as long as my deadlines are met and my stories don’t result in lawsuits. (Or… not many lawsuits. There was that one, but it was because I stopped a bad guy from getting away and everything’s fine now.
I think. Daddy’s still a little grumpy about it, but he says the bruises healed great.)
In case you’re wondering how I feel about this abrupt change in lifestyle? I love it. Like even more than my towel, Mr. Ford, and my favorite well-thumbed novel.
I love that every day is some new kind of wild or weird, that every hour is spent in the company of the world’s handsomest, bossiest human, with his gruff voice and his secret sweet tooth and his way of touching me like I might shatter.
I love that the adventures haven’t actually slowed down, they’ve just gotten safer.
(Well, not safer, but I now have a six-foot wall of muscle and ex-military rage between me and disaster.) I love that when I have a nightmare, there’s always an arm to pull me close, and when need a cuddle I only need to ask.
All in all? I think this hitchhiker did a pretty damn good job of surviving, thriving, falling in love and stealing his Daddy’s heart.
For now, that’s all I have for you. But if you stick around I’m sure I’ll have some more stories to share soon!
All the best.
Alfie
xx