There is something about a road trip that gets my heart racing. When I’m having a bad day, thinking about an open highway is the perfect escape. Growing up, my parents loaded my brothers and I in our minivan and drove us around the country–from Maine to Alabama to national parks out west.
It’s been about a year since I’ve properly traveled. Last April, I did a month-long trek across Europe on my own. Upon returning, my bank account was dangerously empty and I’ve been focusing on my librarian career ever since.
Still, it was high time for a road trip.
This past weekend, I took a few days off and made the trek with a friend from Minnesota to Nashville, Tennessee. Round-trip, we drove 1,500 miles and spent about 24 hours in the car. Our only mishap was a speeding ticket in Iowa.
The further south we went, the world came alive. It was as if we pressed fast-forward on Spring. Grass and flowers emerged, the temperature dropped, and leaves sprouted from trees. By the time we arrived in Nashville, we had stripped down to t-shirts and shorts for a few days of summery warmth. Continue reading
This week’s goal: Avoid a broken leg.
I honor of my final Spring Break, my mom is taking me on a three-day skiing vacation in Northern Minnesota. You see, she’s got connections with the higher-ups in the local skiing industry and was able to score a free lift pass and free gear rental. (The Career-Service people are right… Networking really is everything.)
I love being up north, but can’t help feel a bit nervous. You see, I haven’t gone downhill skiing in nearly ten years.
People keep telling me that it comes back to you, just like riding a bike.
I hope they’re right.
The problem with Spring Break is that, although you may start with the best intentions, you inevitably fail to get anything done.
On Monday, you open your notebook to work on one of the several creative writing pieces you need to finish. Then you decide to spend your evening talking to your dad instead.
On Tuesday, you’ve got plans with friends in the cities with a five-hour gap between them. “Great,” you think, “I’ll find a Starbucks and power through that Virginia Woolf essay!” Upon arriving at the coffee shop, you realize you remembered everything but your computer. So instead, you spend twenty minutes planning the essay and the remainder of the day is spent wandering around secondhand bookstores and thrift shops.
Wednesday is a designated pajama day and you mean business. After all, writing in your pajamas is way better than writing in normal clothes… right? Yeah, no. You briefly glance at your copy of To the Lighthouse, then promptly decide to play Skyrim for four hours instead.
Thursday is more hopeful. You force yourself out of bed, hit the gym, and before you do anything fun, force yourself to work. Two essay paragraphs and a few new sentences on your creative pieces later, you resign to an afternoon of more video games.
As for Friday… on Friday you realize that you can only say, “Screw it, I’ll do it tomorrow” for so long. It’s crunch time. You need to sit down and actually write that essay. But then you look out at the melting snow and lovely warm (well, warm for Minnesota standards) weather and think…
Screw it. I’ll do it tomorrow.