Millions of white dots
yellow solid lines–and exit signs
Add welcome signs
And suddenly I feel home
.
The road winds on and on
Got me blasting my favorite song
Suddenly I don’t feel so alone
Suddenly I feel right at home
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At just three days into the journey, and nearly 1,300 miles of traveling, I’ve found it very comforting to sit idle–(and in motion at the same time)–I’ve found it very comforting not to document everything–even if I am still collecting a magnitude of footage for later. I’ve found it very comforting to get out and dance on the side of the road–sing in the driver’s seat at the top of my lungs–and giggle profusely through the silliness of missing a turn–or exiting too soon.
I’ve found it very comforting to stare out the window and get lost in the mountains. I’ve found it very comforting to watch the clouds move over my head. I’ve found it very comforting to forget what time it is–even what day it is. I’ve found it very comforting to not know exactly where I am.
I’ve found it very comforting to just be.
It’s only been three days–but it’s very easy to tell what this road trip is meant for–at least for me.
Going on a road trip is meant for losing track of time–“saying oh well,” and getting excited when we get lost. It is meant for experiencing each moment as a new a place. It’s meant for being okay with these meanings–but also being okay if these meanings change. It’s meant for meeting people and having memorable conversations:
“But you are doing what makes you happy–and that’s all that matters.” – Me to Jewelry Shop Owner
“And that’s worth millions.” — Owner
(Raleigh, NC)
It’s meant for having deep thoughts with close friends.
“You have to believe in your art enough to stand behind it.” — Kimberly Manley
(Raleigh, NC)
Going on a road trip is meant for taking time to enjoy things I otherwise may take for granted–like watching the sun rise in the middle of a battlefield:
It’s meant for reminiscing with old friends.
And making memories with new ones.
Going on a road trip is meant for having an agenda–and losing that agenda. It’s meant for making plans–but forgetting those plans. It’s meant for having a route in mind–and going off course–often.
Going on a road trip isn’t meant for worrying. It’s meant for living.
This is only just the beginning
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Endless solid golden lines
Miles and miles of Welcome Signs
Gosh it feels good to feel so at home
“No matter how far you travel, the sun is a constant reminder that we all live right here on the same beautiful planet.”
The Hobby Hoarder 