I have a love/hate relationship with driving.
For example, I hate driving when I'm running late getting someplace because it's 2016 and someone has to have invented some sort of magic portal that can just get me to my destination pronto. Even worse is when I finally have a break from college and I'm driving that familiar route all 4 1/2 hours home, all by myself, ready to be sitting in front of the t.v. with my family enjoying homemade pizza and stir crazy popcorn.
But then there are the moments I love in the car. The moments where time is insignificant as the vehicle smoothly glides on the highway- taking the scenic route of course. When my music plays lightly in the background as though it's part of the soundtrack to my life. With eyes …show more content…
I thought back to high school, middle school, even back to elementary. It's especially easy to do when home is a small town where you can barely travel more than a couple miles without passing one of the buildings. These memories have also been evoked and prodded by the holiday season, which has brought an influx of my old classmates back from their studies and universities to be with their families and fall into old habits for a couple short weeks of break. Groups and cliches reconnect to go to the movies or hang out in someone's basement. Others arrange a pickup game of ball the the gym or meet for coffee and conversation. We look at each other and shake our heads and wonder, "What in the world happened? Wasn't it just yesterday we were pushing each other on the swings at the school playground? When did that awkward middle school stage finally pass? What day did my parents have to stop reminding me to put my shoes away when I came home from …show more content…
Days now start with 8 a.m. classes, paper writing, and work study. In elementary, I enjoyed snack time Kindergarten though 5th grade. I remember thinking that the orange juice was the best part. Thinking back, I recall thinking that the kids from the high school always looked so grown up (even old) and eventually they stopped riding the bus because they could drive themselves to school.
There was something nostalgic about my drive. Things I wouldn't have thought about driving through Nebraska or anywhere else but North Iowa's old familiar roads. It was comforting that while I drove, my thoughts did a little (time) traveling as well. All of it came to this- we, often, allow ourselves to speed through life. We hop from one stop to the next always worried about time, commitments, the future- so rarely do we stop and enjoy the drive. Worries about what's next distract us from being in the moment or even appreciating the road that's gotten us where we're at in our
For example, I hate driving when I'm running late getting someplace because it's 2016 and someone has to have invented some sort of magic portal that can just get me to my destination pronto. Even worse is when I finally have a break from college and I'm driving that familiar route all 4 1/2 hours home, all by myself, ready to be sitting in front of the t.v. with my family enjoying homemade pizza and stir crazy popcorn.
But then there are the moments I love in the car. The moments where time is insignificant as the vehicle smoothly glides on the highway- taking the scenic route of course. When my music plays lightly in the background as though it's part of the soundtrack to my life. With eyes …show more content…
I thought back to high school, middle school, even back to elementary. It's especially easy to do when home is a small town where you can barely travel more than a couple miles without passing one of the buildings. These memories have also been evoked and prodded by the holiday season, which has brought an influx of my old classmates back from their studies and universities to be with their families and fall into old habits for a couple short weeks of break. Groups and cliches reconnect to go to the movies or hang out in someone's basement. Others arrange a pickup game of ball the the gym or meet for coffee and conversation. We look at each other and shake our heads and wonder, "What in the world happened? Wasn't it just yesterday we were pushing each other on the swings at the school playground? When did that awkward middle school stage finally pass? What day did my parents have to stop reminding me to put my shoes away when I came home from …show more content…
Days now start with 8 a.m. classes, paper writing, and work study. In elementary, I enjoyed snack time Kindergarten though 5th grade. I remember thinking that the orange juice was the best part. Thinking back, I recall thinking that the kids from the high school always looked so grown up (even old) and eventually they stopped riding the bus because they could drive themselves to school.
There was something nostalgic about my drive. Things I wouldn't have thought about driving through Nebraska or anywhere else but North Iowa's old familiar roads. It was comforting that while I drove, my thoughts did a little (time) traveling as well. All of it came to this- we, often, allow ourselves to speed through life. We hop from one stop to the next always worried about time, commitments, the future- so rarely do we stop and enjoy the drive. Worries about what's next distract us from being in the moment or even appreciating the road that's gotten us where we're at in our