I've never really been a fan of road trips. Being trapped in a small space with another person amongst discarded banana peels and junk food wrappers for hours upon hours isn't really my idea of fun. My first big road trip was junior year of college when my boyfriend Bob and I drove from Madison, Wisconsin to NYC. We broke up on the Pennsylvania Turnpike on the way home...that's how good that road trip was. I've had various other road trips with boyfriends along the West Coast, and although those trips didn't result in break-ups, they inevitably involved some crazy claustrophobic arguments and a couple bouts of me being carsick on any windy road we dared to drive.
|March 1996: Dad & Kee Kee in Las Vegas|
I have to admit, I'm actually getting excited for this road trip. As much as I've complained about my past road trips, I've taken away valuable lessons from each. The lesson from the college road trip is to never break up mid-trip when you still have hours in a car together post break-up. Lessons from my other road trips have been much more special, and include many private memories I'll forever treasure. I'm hoping this road trip will lead me to my most valuable lessons of all...getting to know myself again, charting my next course in life, and finding inner-peace.