the joy of road trips

"It's crazy, I know, to count on this road to give me what I need.

But with every state line, somehow I find, another part of me."

I was told today that I go on too many trips. . . is that possible? there is something kind of magical about getting out of town. it's not just the new scenery and the experience of other "cultures" - it's the mix cd's and the crappy pit stops and the windows down and the feet on the dashboard. just thinking about it gives me a feeling that not much else comes close to. and once you get where you're going - it's the sleeping in and the staying up late and the smell of honeysuckle and way the sun seems brighter and the chance to finish an entire book without interruption. it's the way snack food is a staple and the way your body continues to rock even after you come in from the boat. it's the chilly feel of the air conditioning and the cold slide of the sheets after a long day in the sun. it's leaving worries and responsibilities and cleaning and working and all my "have to's" for tomorrow. but it's not all about being "irresponsible" for a week - a trip can make you more of who you were meant to be. it gives you feelings and moments to put to song (that's where the mix cds come in) that will forever be brought to your mind whenever you hear it. it gives you a new appreciation for wind in your hair and sun on your face (things you miss on your way to work, but relish in on your car road trip). it results in new practical jokes and more quality time with the people you love.

no, i don't think i can ever go on too many trips. it might be crazy to count on the road to give me what i need, but with every state line somehow i find another part of me.