Last week I craved rest in the form of relaxation – sitting on the couch with nowhere to go and nothing to do. Little did I know what I really needed was a deep breath of spontaneity. In a last minute decision six of us piled into a rental car and drove West. Our friends were getting married – we decided it was worth the money and miles to get there.
I traded what would have been a quiet, peaceful weekend with tea and books for fifty hours in a car with five other people.
Best decision ever.
I forgot how much I love road trips – crossing state lines, changing time zones, watching the sun rise. Gas stations, trail mix, music.
I felt like I was 22 and was discovering the world for the first time…
Sometimes I forget how much I thrive off the unknown, of new places and different faces – this past weekend was a lovely reminder. With each passing hour on the road I felt my thirst for adventure being quenched.
Georgia. Alabama. Mississippi. Louisiana. Texas. New Mexico.
I thought I was tired from moving around so much – I guess I was wrong. Good thing God knows me better than I know myself.
Going on road trips with people I don’t know really well is always a treat, because being in the car for that long gives us the opportunity to become family. And that’s exactly what happened. We laughed, cried, sang and slept. We stopped in Dallas to dance at a club for 20 minutes in our sweatpants. We told our stories. Took pictures. Took turns driving. Talked about Jesus and gay marriage. Ate turkey sandwiches and string cheese.
50 hours in the car has never been so much fun.
The wedding was beautiful. The bride cried and so did the rest of us. We drank and danced and watched the sun dip behind the mountains.
The weekend delivered special moment after special moment – even from something as mundane as an afternoon nap. Note: taking a nap in New Mexico is much more exciting than taking a nap on my couch.
This spontaneous road trip helped me realize my curiosity and zeal for life didn’t peak at 22 – that was just the beginning. The summer after I graduated college I wrote in my diary,
My personal goals for this road trip are as follows: write until I have nothing left to write about, and then write some more. Read, read, read. Meet people and ask questions about their lives. Care about them. Find God wherever I go. Enjoy each moment. Don’t worry.
I want all of my life to be an adventure. I’m sick of hearing about dreams and then seeing them forgotten in the busyness of life.
I plan on this being the beginning of many other road trips…
Four years later and that’s still my plan.