Last night I had the distinct feeling that my road trip has finally begun. The air in Kentucky has lost its humid summer weight and adopted the crisp flavor of fall. Rolling down my windows, I burst into laughter at the absurdity of this fabulous new life. I couldn’t be luckier or happier than I am today.
I have been on the road since July, but as I pulled my car out of Meg’s driveway in Kentucky, I realized that I am finally embarking on the unknown portion of the trip. New states, new faces, and new places will form the core of my days. In a sense, my vacation is over and the real work is about to begin.
Traveling alone can be a lonely endeavor. I thrive under certain dosages of these conditions, but it’s not my go-to state of living. I opt to surround myself with the people I love. They’re there, more in spirit at the moment, so I am confident and excited about doing this remarkable trip by myself. On a side note, nobody has to hear me shamelessly sing – one benefit of traveling alone that nobody mentioned to me.
I’m getting ahead of myself. What exactly is this soul-searching plan of mine and why am I doing it? I recently left a long-term relationship, finished my M.B.A. in Supply Chain Management, and landed a part-time telecommuting job doing market research in the food and agriculture sector. It’s the trifecta that set the stage for my cross-country road trip. I work part-time-ish spend my free time rock climbing (mostly sport) and dancing tango.
On a side note, I totally understand if you hate me now. Each morning I open my eyes, try to remember where I slept that night, and in doing so, realize how lucky I am to take an RTIL (road trip of indeterminate length).
I left Maine and drove to Virginia where I visited with mom and Paul. A week later, I descended upon the New River Gorge. Paul Nelson and I climbed the gorgeous Nuttall sandstone cliffs and rafted the class III, IV, and V rapids (twice!) along the Lower New. Notably, Paul was ejected from the boat on both occasions leaving me to my merry-lonesome self. Later, I connected with former professors and dear friends in Berea, and spent several days as the rope-gun for a slew of sport climbs in the Red River Gorge.