Truck stop, Rest stop, Next stop Texas

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On this day last year, I woke up to an Oklahoma sunrise. I had randomly left the day before on a road trip I had been wanting to take my whole life. I hadn’t packed any bags or taken anything with me. Everything was on a whim, and I loved it. I had driven most of the day until I was too tired to continue. I pulled over and fell asleep in my car in a Walmart parking lot. The sunlight woke me up. I started my car, and carried on.

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I felt so excited that morning. As I drove, I was surrounded by beauty, and I was getting ready to cross through more of the most amazing scenery. I put on one of my favorite Miranda Lambert songs, cried, and cruised along. I would make it to Arizona by that evening.

I’ve always had this desire to drive out to the middle of nowhere in the mid west, where you’re only surrounded by big, empty fields, get out of my car, and run around ’til I’m exhausted. I don’t know why, but it always seemed like the most freeing thing to do. I found plenty of open roads with big, open fields. I never ran around, but I did walk up and down the roads, smelling the fresh air, observing the wild life, and letting the sun cure my sadness.

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I don’t want money. I don’t want things. I want to create things I love, and see the world. If I could pick up and head out to a new destination everyday, that’s what I would do. I can’t do that this week, but I can go to a concert and reminisce over some of my favorite tunes by a gal that shares my love for the open road. Still checking off another life goal.

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