Things I Learned on My Recent Road Trip

Ø  Letting my boyfriend pick the music during the drive was a pleasant surprise. We have similar tastes in music and I didn’t want to jump out of the moving vehicle to end my audio-fueled misery at any point during the trip, which was a drastic change from past road trip experiences.

Ø  Driving an hour seems like an eternity while simultaneously fighting off the urge to fall asleep from allergy medications. However, as soon as one is a half hour from home, it suddenly feels not-so-impossible.

Ø  The unbearable heat wave is bearable in a car without air conditioning… so long as that vehicle is rolling down the highway at 70 miles per hour with all the windows down. As soon as the car has to slow down or stop, instantly too hot to function.

Ø  I tend to overpack for trips. I was planning on bringing sandwich meat, bread, snacks, and several water bottles in a cooler. We didn’t need any of that and never once did I miss it or wish I had brought it.

Ø There's nothing sweeter then when my boyfriend (A) holds my hand while he's driving (B) randomly reaches over to rub my arm or kiss my shoulder while I'm driving or (C) opening Gatorade and handing it to me for a sip while I'm driving. He is so amazing.

Ø  I love thumbing through old photographs and hearing stories of relatives (even when they aren’t my relatives) and times gone past. It’s enlightening, it’s important to never forget the past, and it’s great fun.

Ø  Mom will always manage to return phone calls I made four days ago while I’m trying to have a vacation.

Ø  An art supply store is to an artist what a book store is to a writer or avid reader.

Ø   A comic book store is not just for super geeks and epic nerds. There are a lot of fun and unique board games there, and also rather racy comic books, which always manage to entertain me.

Ø  I love big book stores, small book stores, any sort of book stores. I also immediately manage to find the Sexuality section before any other and then look through every book they have, wanting to take them all home.

Ø  I can sniff out a bargain bin at a book store at lightning speed.

Ø  I think I like book stores slightly more than my boyfriend likes them, which is fine.

Ø  There’s something about being in a new place that makes me feel special. I can’t explain it, even though it was only an hour away, I feel suspended from my life, like my worries are so far away and out of my mind. I’m free.

Ø  New places, new faces, new foods, new moods, it all excites me. I love new experiences!

Ø  Even when my ear causes considerable pain and misery, I can still manage to have a great time when I’m around such fun people!

Ø  My boyfriend’s family is loud, proud, funny, and I feel I’m going to fit right in, because I’m very much the same way myself.

Ø  Turoni’s pizza is very delicious.

Ø  Cette pute m’a donne les morpions. Dirty French books are hilarious, you get to learn how to say really funny phrases!

Ø  The sleep right after a trip is somehow deeper and more solid. Waking up the next day isn’t as hard, I felt very rested.