Traveling

I knew when I set out to write this post that my words would never live up to the feeling I was trying to convey. I couldn't do it in the silence of an empty room, let alone while battling Sesame Street with Katie Herzig. But I wrote it anyway for a few different reasons. And besides, I know that anyone who knows what I'm talking about will understand just fine. They'll know the feeling of the world standing still. The feeling of every breath you've ever taken leading up to this moment.

That being said...

Anyone who knows me knows I love to travel. And by "travel" I do not mean 'vacation.' While soft, bleach white sand between toes painted Dutch Tulip Red is fantastic and while I love a good margarita enjoyed beach side in the middle of December, it's not the end means, it's not the 'vacation', I'm speaking of. It's the means of getting there. The journey, if you will.

There is just something about the feeling of going somewhere that is so exciting. Maybe it's the promise of memories to be made. Maybe it's temporarily leaving behind everyday worries and constantly growing to-do lists. Maybe it's a combination of the two and then a million other things, additionally. I don't know.

What I do know is that I feel so at peace listening to music, writing, reading and staring out of windows for any amount of time. The longer, the better. A lot of people complain about 8 hour flights and 15 hour car rides. Me? I complain because they're not long enough. To me, a 15 hour car ride is an early birthday present.

And traveling at night? Traveling at night is the icing on the cake. The cherry on top. It's a birthday, Halloween and Christmas combined. It's pee-your-pants exciting.

I love airports. I love rest stops. I love neat little stores you come across when you get lost that you just have to stop at. In my eyes, it's all good. There's no 'bad' in traveling. Because, I mean, who wants to stay stuck in place? Whether physically or metaphorically, everyone wants to go somewhere.