Open Road

Something that should be known about me: Roadtrips are more or less my favorite way to journey through in the world (and hands-down, my favorite method of transportation). Something about them is just so... magical. The perfect combination of fleeing from your life, and driving just a little too fast down unfamilliar roads towards a temporary new home (but really, as all road-trippers will know, the real beauty is that you have no home. You, and your friends in the car are where you live, and as long as you're on the road, dreams of homes and beds do not matter).
It's something about singing along with that one song everybody in the car kinda knows the words to, or the ever-growing mountain of soda cans at the feet of the character in the backseat. It's buying locally made pastries at a small-town convinience store, and having the person at the till look at you funny when you accidentally pull out the wrong currency. Taking pictures of the mountains out of the windows of a moving car, nobody being exactly able to agree on a tempurature for a car, and (personlly, my favorite) getting lost in an unfamilliar city, trying to find your way back onto your road while somehow being impressed and annoyed with the fresh layout of the districts.

Anyways, recently I took a drive down to Salt Lake City with a concert in a small club as my destination. I missed three days of class (two of which were spend on the road, 14 hours each way). I ate terrible food, nearly fell asleep at the wheel, and spent several hundred dollars out of my quickly draining savings... and I loved every minute of it. The rush of moutain air, seeing your favorite band in a far-off city, and travelling halfways across America for no real reason.

I love road trips, because for a few days... you're free of destiny. You can escape life, and make your own decisions regarding destination, time and who you are
On that road, you are free