The east has made me love road trips. I haven't really always hated them (our trips were always fun), but some of my vivid childhood memories of driving hours and hours in the west were mostly filled with hot sun on my face, fighting for space in the van, desert, tumbleweeds, and vomit.
Yes, I was one of those people. It still lingers, but I mostly grew out of my extreme carsickness after my senior year. My family had a whole system built around my motion sickness. Most important was communication. So many times I felt awful, but didn't want to say anything, because it would cause my parents to panic (and I was hoping it would go away), I hated the commotion and attention. But many times, I would wait to long, utter a feeble plea for more air, and then spew all over my sisters backpack. So I would try to voice my discomfort before I felt really awful, which then sent my parents into a panic anyways, but at least I could empty my breakfast on the side of the road, while my brother and sister plugged their ears, nose, and buried their faces in pillows. So there's some lovely morning thoughts for you.
That aside, we left for a lovely road trip this last weekend, off to visit family in Virginia. Our GPS seems to take us the most rural way possible, but I like it. We drove through so many towns and farms, I was snapping semi-blurry pictures from the car the whole time. I love farms. They are beautiful. Bales of hay, cows, horses, barns, I hardly dare to sleep. These road trips are full of wonderful things like impromptu thrift adventures, yard sales, ice cream dives, great music, giggles and great conversations while I sit with my feet on the dash.
This one was one of my favorites so far. More to come, see more pictures here.