It's All about the Journey

I am on a trip right now to visit some close friends of mine in the wondrously snowy North. I have always liked traveling. As I tell many people, my favorite place on earth is an airport. Humans build these massive pieces of architecture for the primary purpose of ferrying travelers to their final destinations, but these are no ordinary destinations. These destinations include the balmy beaches of the Caribbean (Man, that sounds good right now.). Other destinations may include the snowy and regal Alps. Other travelers may be bound to exotic China or mysterious India. Other may be seeking the thrill of a safari in the savannas of central Africa. Whatever adventures are in store for these travelers, their journey will take them (most likely) to an airport. My journey to rural (How do you say that word anyway?) Wisconsin, however, started off in my driveway with my trusty Buick Park Avenue. We have traveled many thousands of miles together, and I hope we can make many more trips before we part. I get this thrill when I pull onto an on-ramp and accelerate to 75 mph. Going fast doesn't give me a thrill, but going forward towards my destination gives me a fluttering feeling in my chest. The best part is that this feeling just gets better over time! Every trip fills me with more excitement than the one before! I just can't wait to fill up my car and drive! I guess that's one of the benefits of being a 21-year-old. I have no fear or consternation about what can happen on the trip; I don't worry about where I'm going to stop for gas or what I'm going to eat for lunch. I am focused on the journey itself: the feeling of hundreds of miles slipping from underneath my Park Avenue. This weekend will find me coming home, and I will be just as excited about that trip. "How can you be so excited about such a dull, dreary task such as driving?" one may ask. I can be excited about traveling because it's all about the journey.