Greetings from Kansas City, KS! My trip has been everything I pictured and every day has taught me something new. Somehow driving alone across the country through the farmland and the rolling hills, everything seems more intense. Sure, I could learn these life lessons at home in Boston. I’m not saying it’s impossible. But out here everything is clear. Sometimes it takes stepping out of my comfort zone to see what was always there right in front of me.
When I traveled to Italy at 20, I was struck by the same feeling over again: Remember this. Remember where you are. Feel this because you might not ever be here again. And even if you are, you won’t be this age. It won’t be this moment, you won’t be this person. I got that feeling again two days ago, sitting on a picnic table alongside a two lane country highway in Missouri. sun shining and light breeze in my hair. Remember this.
I’m struck too by all the lessons I’m learning. I did a lot of reading about traveling across the country before I did it, but nothing prepared me for all the feelings I’d have, all the realizations and all the moments of truth. I put aside all the other voices out of my head. All the wise words of the guidebooks, the threatening words of well meaning family members, the ignorance of strangers. I put it aside and having the experience I’m meant to have. Everything that’s happening is what’s meant to happen. All the sunny days, all the random encounters, all the delicious foods and eating meals by myself in restaurants. It’s all what’s supposed to be.
Where I’ve Been So Far
During week one of my trip I made stops in Philadelphia, Columbus, Cincinnati, St. Louis and Kansas City. I got the chance to hang out with old friends along the way, trading stories and talking for hours on end about everything. Week one has been so eye opening and informative for the rest of the trip. I’m trying my best to document all of it by writing in my journal everyday all about the good, the bad, the ugly, the tears, the absolute happiness. I’m taking tons of photos, though probably not nearly enough.
But then, of course, in any month long anything, there’s lazy days like today. I keep reminding myself that this trip is a marathon, not a sprint. Sure there are days like yesterday where I went to three museums, but then there are also days like today where I spent 2 hours wandering around Macy’s while my car got its oil changed. Both types of days are needed if not only for sanity.
Scenes from the Road