Since I never got a vacation over the holidays, I decided to take a week off from work in January. I was actually supposed to go to Hawaii to meet with my bestie Lara who is living in Australia at the moment, but she couldn’t go. But I kept my vacation and instead went snowboarding with Heather and went to Cleveland with Elizabeth to see Kate. It was a nice short break from work. (And I ended up having the worst week ever when I returned to work, but whatever.) Vacations are great, there were memories made, and time spent with the best people in the world.
I love road trips. I love the car feeling underneath my feet. I love the speed, the crossing of borders, and the visiting of friends.
Every year I take road trips, ever since I could drive I have traveled to visit friends at college, at their homes, wherever my friends were, I went to them.
There is no greater joy that taking the time to spend the time to visit friends. Whether I am going alone, or with someone, I love that time spent in the car, singing my heart out, or talking for hours with someone I love. There is something magical about taking a road trip. There is something about the memories made on the road together that I hate to give up.
I get to go someplace new this coming week, I get to take a trip to someone who I have not visited yet, and that is the most exciting thing in the world!