Albuquerque, really?

So, as the obsessive planner that I am, I've begun my hunt for freebie boxes. For my move, in... 2 months. (Advice: don't get banana boxes. Unless you really enjoy the aroma of squished banana matter and bug carcasses.) Furthermore, I've google-mapped San Diego to Bloomington, although apparently google wants me to go through Albuquerque, NM (which I barely can spell-- and you know how I feel about places I can't spell. Do you? Answer: indifferent! got you!). Actually, weird thing about google wanting to take me through weird states like NM-- when I was thinking about places to apply to school, I actually did fill out this pretty intense online quiz that gives you your top however many cities/towns you'd be likely to not run away from. One of my top 5? Albuquerque. Yup. Although, I swear it was spelled differently. And, in the little description of Albie, I was informed that they have an annual hot-air balloon event that apparently rocks everyone's socks off. So, I'm sold. Perhaps I'll mosey on over in my then over-heated car, and marvel at those balloons. And, possibly get stuck in one of my supposed top-5 cities. and never make it to indiana. i mean, bloomington never made it to my top 5. but then again, none of the places i ever lived in did. so, have i just been miserably out-of-place my whole life? ......oh, internet. how i love you so.