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Road Trip.

I can't decide if I like road trips or not. When I was a kid my favorite part was the endless-dream sleep; Dad always said I was blessed by God with a gift. I must have slept through 37 different states during family vacations. Of course we were always in the middle of nowhere so I really didn't see the point in staying awake.

At this juncture in my life my favorite part is definitely the conversations that Mikey and I have. Today alone we have solved world problems concerning hunger and homelessness, discussed how we would handle business in the White House once we are elected President, contemplated what an over-throw from China might look like here in the US, laughed about old friends and the crazy things we have done. We dream about growing our territory, expanding our businesses, and we conspire lofty plans for our family.

The part about road trips that I don't like is feeling trapped. My head races with all the things I want (really need) to be doing, and sitting in the car seems to be such a waste of time and energy. I could be working out right now. Instead, I sit. (However, I do interject the ocassional "cheek squeeze" just to keep the blood flowing. That has to count for something.) I could be building something for Anne Avenue. Instead, I sit. I could be grading papers. Instead, I sit.

The strange thing about road trips is that even though I am usually wishing they'd be over soon and that we'd arrive back home so I can get busy being busy again, I am generally sad when they do actually come to an end. I end up missing the conversation and cherished time with my husband and family; counting down the time to our next mini-vacation.

I'm still not sure if I like road trips or not.

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