Am I Really So Brave?
For as long as I can remember I've been traveling, with my family, on my own. When I was born my parents moved us up to Indy, when I was 9 we moved back to Texas. In between I made many trips to Pennsylvania to see my grandparents, I road with Mom and Dad to Lubbock to see my other grandparents, and we always took family road trips. They were always fun and we got to see a lot of America. I cant' even count the times we've been to Florida, out West, and up to Penn. Mom and Dad took us to Cancun once, and I got to accompany them to Hawaii.
Once I graduated Highschool, I spent my first undergrad semester at OU (Univ. of Oklahoma) after spending three weeks in England. I moved back home though and commuted to Denton to UNT. I eventually moved to Denton to finish my last year of Undergrad.
That summer I spent it working with my friend Angie in California. We got there via road trip with my family seeing the Petrified Forest, the Grand Canyon, the Hoover Dam, Vegas, and Death Valley. I moved out to Illinois for Grad. school. Probably one of my biggest moves yet which is where I currently reside. I did this summer move out to NY for a couple months, stopping in Pittsburgh to once again see my family.
It's interesting.. I've traveled a lot. And I love it. I love the feel of the open road, the wind blowing in my hair, the radio blasting, with nothing to hold me down except perhaps a speed limit. There is something so freeing and so exhiliarating about driving. I feel so much power, like I can do anything! It's kind of like what Jack Sparrow says in Pirates.. it's Freedom. My blueberry.. my getaway car, is essentially my Black Pearl.
Though being here with my grandmother and aunt, they keep telling me how brave I am. Everytime we run into an old family friend, they comment on how I've got guts to travel to new places all alone. I drive wherever I want to go and take chances. I'm not afraid to go somewhere and I have plans of visiting many other places. They just go on and on about my 'bravery'. But I don't think I'm really that brave. The first night in NY I was scared out of my mind. I felt like Tom Hanks in that movie Big when he spends his first night in that creepy old apartment. I got over it though. God strengthened me and I knew he'd be with me.
I do feel proud of who I've become. Alot of that strength and the spirit to adventure comes from my mother. She's moving around much more than me. She's in a new city practically every month! I totally take after my mother. And at the same time, I feel sad for my grandmother and aunt. They never leave. I suppose they're satisfied with Pittsburgh, but they are too scared to leave and explore somewhere else. They wouldn't even come down to Dallas to see me graduate. Will they be willing to come to my wedding if ever I get married?
I truly believe they are missing out on so many wonderful experiences and sights. God made this Earth a wonderous place for us to explore and enjoy. But we can't do that simply sitting at home. We have to get out there and trust that he'll lead us to the right places! Here's to all you who love the thrill of the road, who go beyond the norm of staying in your hometown, and to all the ladies working and surviving on their own!
For as long as I can remember I've been traveling, with my family, on my own. When I was born my parents moved us up to Indy, when I was 9 we moved back to Texas. In between I made many trips to Pennsylvania to see my grandparents, I road with Mom and Dad to Lubbock to see my other grandparents, and we always took family road trips. They were always fun and we got to see a lot of America. I cant' even count the times we've been to Florida, out West, and up to Penn. Mom and Dad took us to Cancun once, and I got to accompany them to Hawaii.
Once I graduated Highschool, I spent my first undergrad semester at OU (Univ. of Oklahoma) after spending three weeks in England. I moved back home though and commuted to Denton to UNT. I eventually moved to Denton to finish my last year of Undergrad.
That summer I spent it working with my friend Angie in California. We got there via road trip with my family seeing the Petrified Forest, the Grand Canyon, the Hoover Dam, Vegas, and Death Valley. I moved out to Illinois for Grad. school. Probably one of my biggest moves yet which is where I currently reside. I did this summer move out to NY for a couple months, stopping in Pittsburgh to once again see my family.
It's interesting.. I've traveled a lot. And I love it. I love the feel of the open road, the wind blowing in my hair, the radio blasting, with nothing to hold me down except perhaps a speed limit. There is something so freeing and so exhiliarating about driving. I feel so much power, like I can do anything! It's kind of like what Jack Sparrow says in Pirates.. it's Freedom. My blueberry.. my getaway car, is essentially my Black Pearl.
Though being here with my grandmother and aunt, they keep telling me how brave I am. Everytime we run into an old family friend, they comment on how I've got guts to travel to new places all alone. I drive wherever I want to go and take chances. I'm not afraid to go somewhere and I have plans of visiting many other places. They just go on and on about my 'bravery'. But I don't think I'm really that brave. The first night in NY I was scared out of my mind. I felt like Tom Hanks in that movie Big when he spends his first night in that creepy old apartment. I got over it though. God strengthened me and I knew he'd be with me.
I do feel proud of who I've become. Alot of that strength and the spirit to adventure comes from my mother. She's moving around much more than me. She's in a new city practically every month! I totally take after my mother. And at the same time, I feel sad for my grandmother and aunt. They never leave. I suppose they're satisfied with Pittsburgh, but they are too scared to leave and explore somewhere else. They wouldn't even come down to Dallas to see me graduate. Will they be willing to come to my wedding if ever I get married?
I truly believe they are missing out on so many wonderful experiences and sights. God made this Earth a wonderous place for us to explore and enjoy. But we can't do that simply sitting at home. We have to get out there and trust that he'll lead us to the right places! Here's to all you who love the thrill of the road, who go beyond the norm of staying in your hometown, and to all the ladies working and surviving on their own!
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