Road Trip?

When I was younger, I went to Durango, Colorado with my parents 4 summers in a row between the ages of 9 and 13. I don't really know how our ol' Buick made the trek, but it did. Those trips to Durango gave me some of the best memories of my life. Getting there was always half the fun. It took us 2 full days of driving with an overnight layover in Albuquerque. At that point in my life, I thought it was pretty cool to spend quality time with the folks. I think that now, too, but this is speaking about the before and after of that weird in between period during the jr. high school years when you develop a really strong aversion for your parents. Thankfully it was just a phase, but I digress.

Ridding in the car with my mom, dad, and Jasmine, in our old Buick listening to Hottie and the Blowfish = a good time. I loved getting up at 4 AM to get an early start. I loved listening to music with people that mean the world to me. I loved stopping at road side attractions. I loved watching the landscape change and I loved finally arriving at our destination. I really love Durango. I miss it very much. I've ridden this train. It passed by the condo we used to stay in.



It's been awhile since I had an honest to goodness road trip. I have been entertaining the idea for a few years now that I would have an amazing road trip for my 21st birthday. The road trip would include a car, a couple thousand miles, some good music, and a really swell fellow. I would really like to drive up to Boston and hang out there for a week or so. Maybe do a lot of sightseeing and a little hand holding. Also, because it is my 21st birthday, and that requires a little obligatory boozin', it would be kind of tops to tour the Sam Adams brewery and slam some samples. That sounds like an ideal 21st birthday celebration/road trip. My birthday is in 3 months. I suppose I could make the road trip happen, but there is a key variable that is missing from the equation- namely, the road trip buddy. He is absent and has been forever. Bummer. Where is that boy? Whomever he is- where is he?

I think I may have to settle for the second best thing- a road trip with Elizabeth through the Texas hill country. Texas isn't Boston and Elizabeth isn't a brosef- but hey, that's good enough for me. It's a bit sad though. This will be like a farewell trip. Elizabeth is leaving for grad school at New Castle in England at the end of the summer. I'm scared that we will fall out of touch because, you know, she'll be living in another country- but I don't think we'll drift tooo far apart. I may even summon up the courage to fly over there to see her. Flying isn't my favorite thing, and flying over water definitely isn't my favorite thing. But, if Elizabeth is waiting for me on the other side then I just might be able to do it. I count Elizabeth as one of the best people that I've ever had the privilege of knowing. She has taught me to be more comfortable with my self and helped me to realize that it's ok to be yourself, uh, all the time. I don't think she knows how much she means to me so I'm going to try to let her know before she leaves me behind for a different county. Yep, me and that Elizabeth- We are OTP.