On a day to day basis I enjoy my life. Except I can’t pass 12 hours without daydreaming about getting in my car and driving until I feel something. Something like the freedom to take a deep breath at the top of a mountain, to scream and cry and laugh and sing; or to rip off my clothes and sprint into the ocean and fight against the waves until I wash up on the shore exhausted.
Whew. Quarter-life crisis? Strange to realize that what I’m really craving is strong emotion, because lately I cry a few tears about three times a day. The sunset, the movies, roadkill, babies, music, doing the dishes, social interactions, paying bills at work, and generally any happy occasion. Pretty annoying and completely out of character for me. You’d think I could just be thankful for my health and friends and family and good job.
Anyway, in an attempt to counteract the selfish madness I’ve been mapping out a month long cross country road trip. I think I will begin by jet skiing at the lake house in Kansas, and then on to Colorado (Springs or Denver?). Thirteen hours later is Tucson and my friend Kami, who I haven't seen since before graduation. Also my god-dog Lizzy. My absence is making me a very a poor role model.
About 8 hours from there to L.A., and somewhere else in California where my mom’s sister lives, maybe San Francisco. Leisurely trip up the coast to Portland (Beth, do you think I can stay on your friend’s 40 acre Mount Hood property? Pretty, pretty please?!). Seattle’s only 3 hours north of there, and Idaho holds lots of family members.
There are two main problems with this trip.
1. Wyoming and Nebraska
2. I’m missing the entire northeast (and my roomie in D.C.), where I’ve never been outside of airports.
3. I need a copilot. I’m taking auditions now. Qualified applicants are:
a. Excellent drivers, mechanic (or at least tire changing) experience a plus
b. Able to introduce me to wondrous new tunes and appreciate my favorites
c. Willing to sing shamelessly at the top of our lungs and vocal ranges
d. Ready to go with the flow and enjoy each mile with no emphasis on a final destination
e. Awed by nature and happy to make pit stops for staring at it
f. At least six feet tall with a dry, sarcastic sense of humor and long messy hair (oh, and male)
I’d settle for b-e.