"I'm in love with cities I've never been to and people I've never met," anonymous.
My book is open to chapter two, my computer is open to Microsoft Word ready to begin my dreaded essay, but my mind is somewhere else. I'm half ready to throw the book out the window and hop in the car and drive off away from my problems.
All I have learned in college so far, is that my body and my mind can be in two different places at once; how unfortunate that they both can't be in the same place.
I want the open breeze flowing through my hair, not the sneeze from the guy sitting next to me slapping my face. No, I want the blue skies, the fresh air, and a scenery to be anything but college textbooks.
I crave the open road, where each turn could lead me to a hundred different directions and amazing road side stops, not just another lecture hall.
Can you miss something that isn't a person? Because I miss the feeling of taking a road trip. Never knowing where or when you may end up somewhere, even if you do know where you're going, half the adventure is the journey, not just the destination.
In my heart, I'm on the road. Following road sign after road sign. Eating breakfast at hole-in-the-wall diners. Staying in cheap motels just because. Getting gas in sketchy neighborhoods that remind me of some Hills Have Eyes sh*t.
In my mind, I'm anywhere but here doing homework, preparing for my next class. I'm in the middle of no-where Nevada on my way out of Vegas. I'm eating waffles at midnight with friends in a crowded 24/7 IHOP.
My heart longs for the open road of freedom, new places that I haven't been but already love. I'm wasting my days dreaming of precious memories to be made in the front seat of my car.
The best kind of moments come from the unexpected. The journey, the destination, the company, the entire trip on the road.
If I could be anywhere that wasn't here writing an essay, I would be everywhere.
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