Traveling

I’ve been traveling a lot lately. A Whole Lot! I was flying home on Monday and it occurred to me that some of my best memories of people are of us traveling together. I don’t know why. I remember the most insignificant things sometimes. I really do have the worse memory. Any guy that dates me instantly wins about 80% of all fights because I just can’t remember!!

So, as I was saying, I was flying home Monday and I remembered a trip I took to San Francisco last year. I flew over there with JAG. I remember falling asleep on the plane. Now, I can’t sleep in public. I can’t sleep unless it’s dark anyway, but I have this thing about people watching me sleep. An ex used to do that and it creeped me out. It’s just so hard for me to do, but I was soooo tired. I put a blanket over my head and created a little “pocket” and air hole so that I wouldn’t suffocate. I woke up when we were still in the air. Instead of sitting up and looking around, I simply peaked out of my air hole. JAG laughed and told me how cute my little pocket was, while peaking in my air hole. He and I had a blast going to a conference and site-seeing in San Fran, but that was probably my favorite memory from that trip.

Another trip was actually a bus ride to Monticello, Thomas Jefferson’s plantation. I was in high school and our class went there. The bus ride up, I don’t remember. The bus ride down, I sat next to a good friend of mine. People were napping and doing things they shouldn’t have been doing in public. He and I just hung out and talked the whole way home. After graduation he joined the army and I went off to college. We lost touch for a little while. A couple of years ago, we got back into contact, and it turns out that that bus ride was both of our favorite memories of each other.

My ex, Nick, and I had some really good times. We had bad times too, but I don’t wanna get into that. One of my favorites has to be a trip we took to DC. We were in college in Indiana. I just remember it being really bumpy, which makes me a bit nervous. I was curled up in the seat next to Nick, and I felt really safe. He held my hand and I kept my head on his shoulder the whole time. Is it sad that that is one of my best memories of a year long relationship?

My last favorite memory of traveling with someone is of my mom. Of course I have great memories of her from every aspect of my life, but this was special. My mom and I drove down to Florida from Virginia when I first moved here. It was me, her, and the dog along with all of my crap shoved into my little corolla. On that trip, we talked about everything. It was great because she wasn’t treating me like her little girl anymore. She saw that I was grown up, sort of. We talked about her and my dad first meeting and her getting married at 21, about kids and education, politics and travel. Anything two people could talk about. We listened to Whitney Houston, who my mom loves, and sang along. And if ya’ll know me, you know I can’t sing! I am so glad that she came with me on that trip.