While staring out of the car window on our never-ending road trip across the vast freeways of America, I realized the nature of our journey had gifted me a wealth of time for reflection.
I thought about grad school with a shutter of anxiety. At the beginning of the year, I felt like an exhausted marathon runner at the end of a race with muscle fatigue turning my limbs into noodles. To be honest, I knew the finish line was close, but knowing this didn’t help my suffering.
“A good traveler has no fixed plans and is not intent on arriving.” Lao Tzu
We are a couple weeks shy of hitting the three month mark on our road trip and I finally feel like I have enough space in my mind to sit down and write.
When we started this trip we made a list of places that we wanted to see and looked at a map to determine a logical path across the United States. For the most part, this is the only research we did ahead of time.
I am currently packing up my life and preparing for an adventure that comes straight from my heart. This departure makes me feel like a baby bird who is leaving the nest. I’m about to fly to new places that I have been dreaming about my whole life.