This is the journey.... 3 girls.. one car... and 5 days worth of stories...
You know those moments that just leave that sweet taste in your mouth?
The entire week was a constant sweet taste that will stay in my heart forever.
- It was the sweet feeling of lying on a big towel fully clothed on the beach in Santa Barbara, just napping because we had NO obligations:)
- It was being so sleepy, but not wanting to go back to the hostel... so we just sat in Borders for 3 hours reading wedding magazines and dreaming of the future.
- It was that not so pretty taste after getting no sleep in the hostel.
It was that the smell of home as we climbed the hills to the beautiful landscape of Northern California. It was the smile of my father as i gave him a huge hug and the feeling of wanting to cry as i embraced my mom that still touches my soul.
It was the feeling of pride as Shaun walked out of that bathroom all dressed in purple for prom. The feeling that i have lost him, yet still have him. The fear of what is to come in the next months and the realization that home will NEVER be the same again.
It was the sweet feel of victory in Uno just to lose in Nerts.
As we climbed back into that little car.... my heart hurt like it does every time as i leave my favorite place in the world.... home.
It was the intoxicating smell of jelly belly's. The perfect bean with only 5 calories.
It was the feeling of pure beauty as we watched the woods turn into rolling green hills, covered in amazingly beautiful grazing cows over the Napa Hills. It was the simpleness of our little picnic lunch, our last moments just the three of us.
Then we drove... feeling overwhelmed as we reached the outskirts of that big city. San Fran seemed so appealing until we realized.... we were not in the mood for the hustle and bustle, but wanted to just chill. So.. after getting lost a couple times, we finally made it to our milk carton destination.
I saw how truly blessed i am. Why me Lord? Why am i so blessed to have been born into such an incredible home? Where my father and mother believe in your amazing works?
It was the rush... that i felt after we tepeed a random guys car... (of course Cindy knew him), but the feeling that i might end up in jail... haha
It was the feeling of free clam chowder flowing down my neck, but more than that the feeling of being in the presence of 3 amazing women of God.
One of my favorites... the pure laughter that rang through the car as Lo did another one of her little jigs after she got another of her 100 trucker honks... of course it was a joint effort.
It was the gut wrenching feeling i was going to pee my pants, as we departed with our little ride-a-long friend uni... (otherwise known as retard, thing, and gross looking unicorn)
It was the feeling of sweet rejoicing as we paid our last penny for gas on the final day.... but i will never forget the final drive as we all realized what an amazing 1400 miles we had driven together those 5 days.
As i stepped out of the car for the last time, i hugged my friends and will never forget the dreams, fears, joys, pains, plans, lack of plans, and journeys that we shared with each other.
There is my road trip... it was like nothing i have ever experienced before... yet i know this was just the first of many:)
The entire week was a constant sweet taste that will stay in my heart forever.
- It was the sweet feeling of lying on a big towel fully clothed on the beach in Santa Barbara, just napping because we had NO obligations:)
- It was being so sleepy, but not wanting to go back to the hostel... so we just sat in Borders for 3 hours reading wedding magazines and dreaming of the future.
- It was that not so pretty taste after getting no sleep in the hostel.
It was that the smell of home as we climbed the hills to the beautiful landscape of Northern California. It was the smile of my father as i gave him a huge hug and the feeling of wanting to cry as i embraced my mom that still touches my soul.
It was the feeling of pride as Shaun walked out of that bathroom all dressed in purple for prom. The feeling that i have lost him, yet still have him. The fear of what is to come in the next months and the realization that home will NEVER be the same again.
It was the sweet feel of victory in Uno just to lose in Nerts.
As we climbed back into that little car.... my heart hurt like it does every time as i leave my favorite place in the world.... home.
It was the intoxicating smell of jelly belly's. The perfect bean with only 5 calories.
It was the feeling of pure beauty as we watched the woods turn into rolling green hills, covered in amazingly beautiful grazing cows over the Napa Hills. It was the simpleness of our little picnic lunch, our last moments just the three of us.
Then we drove... feeling overwhelmed as we reached the outskirts of that big city. San Fran seemed so appealing until we realized.... we were not in the mood for the hustle and bustle, but wanted to just chill. So.. after getting lost a couple times, we finally made it to our milk carton destination.
I saw how truly blessed i am. Why me Lord? Why am i so blessed to have been born into such an incredible home? Where my father and mother believe in your amazing works?
It was the rush... that i felt after we tepeed a random guys car... (of course Cindy knew him), but the feeling that i might end up in jail... haha
It was the feeling of free clam chowder flowing down my neck, but more than that the feeling of being in the presence of 3 amazing women of God.
One of my favorites... the pure laughter that rang through the car as Lo did another one of her little jigs after she got another of her 100 trucker honks... of course it was a joint effort.
It was the gut wrenching feeling i was going to pee my pants, as we departed with our little ride-a-long friend uni... (otherwise known as retard, thing, and gross looking unicorn)
It was the feeling of sweet rejoicing as we paid our last penny for gas on the final day.... but i will never forget the final drive as we all realized what an amazing 1400 miles we had driven together those 5 days.
As i stepped out of the car for the last time, i hugged my friends and will never forget the dreams, fears, joys, pains, plans, lack of plans, and journeys that we shared with each other.
There is my road trip... it was like nothing i have ever experienced before... yet i know this was just the first of many:)