My Feelings and Thoughts on My Road Trips

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My mother and I were coming around a bend surrounded by other cars, some of them shinning as if they were polished with gloss, while others were so dirty that their break lights could barely shine through the old dirt and grit. I was seated in the passenger seat of our 1999 Ford Explorer and eyed the road and the sights of the highway carrying us through Atlanta, Georgia. On the side of the highway were lovely green meadows that grew off the side of small hills, speckled with yellows and whites. As the bend slowly straightened out, in the distance stood the city of Atlanta, Georgia. The city seemed to be sitting on top of a hill from our point of view. It stood there covered in a cloudy haze, and as we got closer, it seemed to stretch higher and higher above us as if it were growing. This was the first time I had ever actually experienced driving through a big city. Our destination was Fort Jackson, South Carolina, and driving was the only way we were getting there.

When I travel anywhere, I always feel a whirlwind of emotions that swirled around in me, feeling a bit like butterflies in my stomach. It almost resonated from me, which confused others as to why I was so happy to travel. When traveling, I stay wide awake taking in all the different views. It is a remedy for any funk I find myself in. For some, traveling is a dull heavy burden, while for others it is a fun exciting opportunity to see the world and it's people. I have a lot of different traveling experiences that I still day dream of today.

One road trip that changed me, was the one where we drove all the way to Fort Jackson, Carolina and back home. On the trip going there, we twisted and turned through the states of Arkansas, Tennessee, Mississippi, Alabama, Ge...

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...his shoulder, since being extremely shy at the time prevented me from introducing myself to all his family members first. It was one moment that I won't soon forget. He turned around and knew exactly who I was, then hugged me tight. I had so many different emotions bottled up in me that I burst with tears like a waterfall and couldn't stop. After about a minute of that, I started to come to my senses and realized his family standing there awkwardly. I immediately introduced myself to them. They were all nice people and I felt extremely relieved by it. This was not the end of my journey, just the beginning of it. I travel more often now because of him and I love it more than anything. Traveling isn't only about the road experience, but it's about the places and people you meet as well. I love every single emotion it gives me and wish I could travel more often.

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