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Road Trip Fever (again)

The funny thing about being back-and-forth between two places is that it starts to feel normal. You live your life pretty fully for 3 to 4 days and then you just expect to get in your car and get back on the road. It’s not that you don’t establish roots or enjoy your time, you just expect that it will be temporary, which is the strangest phenomenon.

I wrote a post about my obsession with 1970s bohemia and my lifegoal of a huge road trip last year and it’s funny how much it comes back into play these days. Writing that post made me discover several other road trip blogs (primarily this one and this one and oh goodness, THIS one cause she lived in a WINNEBAGO) which only made me more eager to pack everything into a bag and buy a Volkswagen Bus and set sail across the nation!

Of course, this all comes to a screeching halt now that I am graduated. It’s still a dream to set off into the wild blue yonder, yes, but now my life is about finding a job and finding somewhere permanent, or rebelling against that temporary tendency. This thought of home doesn’t scare me at all, I mean, I’ve been a homebody for 21 years now, only had 3 addresses that I can remember and only really kicked off my boots in 2 states (the greatest 2 of all, though), but it’s just balancing this dream with reality that gets me irked a little.

I mean, one of the greatest revelations is that YOU CAN GO YOUR OWN WAY, right?

You see, I’ve got glimpses of traveling. Amateur snapshots I take at stoplights, half-built traffic singalongs, highway sunsets and the past month or so that I’ve spent back and forth between the two places my heart loves most in Texas, and these glimpses satisfy for now. At this moment I am content to soak up the small miles I do cover. I am happy to only be on the road in 5-hour intervals.

But what about something bigger? What about a whole nation or even a whole world to explore?

I joke that one of these days I am just going to up-and-leave and become a flight attendant, but more and more it seems so appealing. The more I drive and the more I stay in places for shorter periods of time, the more I wonder if the road (or sky!) is a far-fetched dream or a logical next step.

So for now, I’m not sure of everything that I am learning being so touch-and-go every week, but I am learning to love cruise control. I’m learning that most gas stations give you a discount on coffee if you bring your own travel mug. I’m learning that free wifi is a great thing, but also a curse because it makes you want to stop. And oh yeah, at least I am learning how to (most efficiently) pack a suitcase.

“Aunt Kelsey, we’re gonna need bigger luggage.”

Time To Ramble On?

I have been searching on eBay and Craigslist for a Volkswagen Bus for years now.

You see, I have a dream of packing up my life into a Volkswagen bus or an airstream trailer and taking to the open road. I’d still call and write and send picture messages, but the freedom of the open road is so tempting. Plus, I love small towns, breakfast foods, people who can play the heck out of instruments and historical landmarks, and I have a feeling that there are so many of these things out there that I haven’t seen yet!

Miranda Lambert’s ‘Airstream Song’ always hits truth with me. “Sometimes I wish I lived in an airstream, homemade curtains, lived just like a gypsy- break a heart, roll outta town, cause gypsies never get tied down.” Maybe it’s the escape of traveling that I love so much; kicking up dust and never looking in the rear view mirror. Maybe it’s because the music closest to my heart and my style from decor to clothing always points to the fact that I always wanted to be a carefree child of the 60s and 70s, rolling down the highway with my little hippie caravan family along for the ride. Blame my gypsy soul. Blame it on my wild heart, even. Whatever it is, it remains at the back of my mind and gets stronger every time I take a road trip or when I watch the Discovery Channel or even when I hear an especially good Led Zeppelin song and want to start ramblin’ on.

For a time I always thought it would just be me on this trek, but more and more I think I’m gonna need someone in the passenger seat. I don’t often get crushes (we’ve been over this before) so it wouldn’t have to be romantic. Just someone to switch off driving shifts with, take pictures of scenic moments, sing along to classic rock (the official soundtrack of the open road!) and share waffles when I order too many of them. That’s not so much to ask, right?

I mean, sure, if it was all cute and crush-y, I’d be all sorts of lovey-dovey. Is it too hippie of me to want to spend my first years of marriage (if in fact I do get roped into gettin’ hitched) on the road? How perfect would that be? Just exploring the countryside and wearing out the radio with great music for miles and miles, and of course, make the goal of getting at least one kiss in every single state, because well, IT’S CUTE. And the pictures would be cute and true love travels miles and documents these miles and you know, while I’m daydreaming I might as well daydream sickeningly-cute goals, right?!! Thousands of miles, hundreds of diners, one bus, two of us and at least 48 kisses. Not too shabby.

Oh- what’s that? Is that you calling, real world? What’s that you’re asking? What will I do for money on the road? You mean no one wants to pay me to blog and stargaze and picnic and come up with puns and amateur-ly play my guitar and ukulele yet? Really?

Guess I’ll have to hold out a few years.

(Airstream Picture Link, Volkswagen Picture Link)