What I Expect To Learn On My Road Trip

A few years ago I started to feel this tug to travel. It kind of grabbed at the bottom of my shirt every now and then like an invisible person. Everybody else was so happy, just strolling along to wherever they were going, eyes glazed over, but all I could do was look into their dead eyes and want more.

This is really what they wanted? A small school, perched on a freezing hilltop, with soccer games as its biggest means of entertainment? I felt the tug.

I think that’s why I applied to work at Disney World–I had it with being bored. There was nothing I wanted more in the world than to get that acceptance letter and move to warmth and sunshine. I got my letter.

Now here I am in Orlando two years removed from the start of my program. I almost feel the same stagnation. I hear quotes like “Either write something worth reading, or do something worth writing,” and I feel the tug once again. What am I doing that’s worth writing about?

Whatever happened to the adventurous side of me? Honestly it’s in a coma at the hospital for all I know. Have you ever done something crazy and thanked yourself a million times later on for doing it? Ever have those experiences? I’m not having them much anymore.

And now I know I need a change.

For those of you just joining, I plan to pack all my shit up and travel across the United States to see my friends on the West Coast. The question remains, what do I plan to learn from this? What do I plan to do?

For one I plan to have a robust conversation about life with a stranger on some random park bench. I’m talking Good Will Hunting style. I want that really bad.

I want to pack light, and wear the same pair of jeans a lot. I want to go horseback riding. I want to build an insane relationship with my car because of how much we’ve been through together. I want to go four-wheeling in the desert.

I want to taste the best gumbo I’ve ever had in New Orleans.

What do I plan to learn from this, though?

All kinds of things. I plan to learn about cultures, food, myself, and other people. I plan to learn that life isn’t all about possessions, but experiences. I plan to learn that not much can beat a view of the night sky in Arizona.

I plan to feel life again.


Author: tk1208

Currently living in Orlando, Fl. Full-time copywriter, freelance writer, journalist, and blogger.

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