Note: I am deliberately not including any image in this post. I tend to look for the images to get the writers block removed, but this time I am forcing myself to solely depend on the written word to convey what I want to say.
Its a funny word, road-trip. Call it a ‘long distance commute’ or ‘longer than usual travel’ and it suddenly becomes something blurted from the mouth of most boring specimen of an already boring species. I think its the word trip that add the fervor, almost makes it sound like an adventure.
Genealogies aside, you are my first proper road-trip companion, and aren’t I glad about that. We covered a total of 1100 miles in short span of 3 days, with the odometer for the trip on my car even overflowing on the way back.
Despite covering huge distances and doing so many things, its hard to point to a particular event or amusement that I think stood out from the rest. Each event had its own importance, its own value and place. Every moment spent laughing, crying and being with you is an experience in itself. I feel both susceptible and yet strengthened at the same time.There are many aspects of this relationship that still need ironing out which makes me feel that this too is analogous to our ‘longer than usual travel’.
When we start a journey, we seldom know where we’ll need to fill up, when coffee will demand itself, which country roads we might prefer, which flat tires we work through together. Each trip carries with it a great unknown and the unknown is what for me makes the trip.And so does a relationship.
I can be a stickler for my cars gas mileage, keep track of my pee breaks and have strict routes that we need to follow. But I dont function that way, and it is with some confidence when I say that you do not as well. I know its a damn long journey, but I sure am glad I have you along to share it with.