Friday Flashback: To Roadtrips.
The roadtrips when my parents packed my brothers and I in the backseat of their van with our pillows, our knitted blankets, and our buckets of games and toys. The ones that included Holiday Inns, Snickers bars, and peanut butter and jelly sandwiches on the top of the cooler, and promises of seeing Winnie the Pooh and Tinker Bell.
The roadtrips taken to college with a van full of furniture, notebooks, sweatpants, and the excitement of another year with friends, classmates, and football games. And then the roadtrips driving back home in the middle of a snowstorm just to celebrate Christmas with my family.
The roadtrips with a significant other. Holding hands, singing obnoxiously, and talking about the weather, the past, and the future plans that would never come true. Taking a nap in a parking lot – our limbs wrapped around each other – before returning to the road. Of sharing fast food and stories.
The roadtrips to Boston – both of them – when I moved in with my brother and his roommate for the summers. The uncertainty of everything; of growing up, of moving on, of living in a city far from home. Not knowing where I would eventually live, how long I would stay, if I’d make friends.
The roadtrips that haven’t happened yet. The ones taken through European towns or southern cities. The ones with my future spouse, my future children, and the friends that I’ll someday make.
[keep on dreaming even if it breaks your heart].