March 21st-25th is Outdoors Week here at Like a Bird in honor of the launch of my second blog, co-authored by my fiance. (click HERE for more info) Our new blog is all about adventures, treasures and love. All regular posts will be going up this week, but with themes similar to the new blog. Our new blog launches next Monday, March 28th.
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Today we have a guest post from Scott! I thought it would be fun for him to guest post for me this week, since he’ll be the co-author of our new blog. Scott wrote about why he loves road-trips and he included a playlist of music he likes to listen to while on the road.
As there really is no single answer to this, it’s not really an easy question to answer. What isn’t to love about them? All the new sights, the new people, places, experiences, memories. Going through life with nothing ever changing damn near turns you into a Zombie (or perhaps an Orwellian possessed spouting tongues in Newspeak.) Either way, unless you stimulate the mind and your life there can’t really be any existence worth speaking of. Or perhaps that’s just me…
I love little more than to just be on the road, long straight miles flying by at hundreds of miles an hour. Your mind drifts off for barely a moment and you’re in another state. Or perhaps you made a wrong turn back at that fork in the road – stupid GPS waiting until the last moment to tell you even though that big-rig in the left lane is now angling to pit maneuver you should you dare to challenge it – and so you find yourself at the electrified fence of some factory in New York, lost alone scared, just waiting for some heat packing security guard to give you what should have been relatively simple directions back to the highway. You’ll ask at least two other people before the miles will sail by once more.
Somehow for me even just being into a new Wal-Mart is exciting. Just the feeling of being so far from the known and the comfortable. Just knowing that were I to start right now, it would take a week to walk home. Something about that shock is comforting to me. Strange that things that should terrify me witless actually cause my heart to soar with glee. Perhaps my love of places I’ve never been is merely a by-product of not having been there. Or perhaps, I was secretly raised by Gypsies, or descend from a long line of Celtic Nomads, whose to say?
Ultimately I fear that until I have seen everything there is to see in this world (good, bad, silly, boring, monstrously oversized) then I will not die happy.
I also made a road trip playlist of my favorite songs to listen to on the road that you can see below:
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(all pictures in the post were taken by Kendra, using my T-Mobile My Touch phone while we were on the road.)
