This has been my week:
Tuesday: Bakersfield to Scotts Valley, where I stayed with the Coverts.
Of course, I got lost. I stopped to try and figure out where I was and what way to go.
I chose to continue going in the direction I had been headed, which was left.
It worked out well.
The Covert family took me to dinner. Seafood. My favorite.
On the Pier in Santa Cruz. It was great. Claire said some funny stuff.
Like when she asked if what we were looking at was the sun or the moon. at 5:20 pm.
Anyway, back to my #truthursday.
I like the travel more than the arrival.
As I drove up I-5 on Tuesday, the thought crossed my mind that I am the happiest when I am traveling from point A to point B. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy arriving. Finally pulling in to the correct driveway is a feeling that cannot be matched.
But I love the adventure of the inbetween. I love stopping at random places, seeing random things, feeling like I am on a great adventure that nobody will ever get to experience ever again. The more and more I drive up and down California, the more familiar the freeways and exits become to me, the more I want to drive out of this state and move on to conquer another part of America. I want to go on more freeways I’ve never been on, stop at diners I’ve never been to, drink coffee from random coffee shops.. oh man, the adventures that lie outside of the west coast must be amazing.
In conclusion, as much as I do love getting to places, I love going places even more. If only I could figure out a way to go places for a living. Any creative suggestions?? 🙂