Departures
I'm here at the airport waiting for Lizzie's plane to takeoff. We had a rather emotional (a.k.a. amorous - we gave each other goodbye kisses about fifty times) sending off and Lizzie promised me that she would call me the moment she arrives at MIT. We also promised each other that we would stay in contact with each other as much as humanly possible. It's the first time either of us had tried a long distance relationship, but we're giving it the old college try. It's funny, she's not even out of the city yet and I already miss her, as if I'm incomplete without her.
It seems like everyone is leaving town (or campus) tomorrow - my housemates are leaving town (sans Trevor, whose moving in with his girlfriend). Aaron, my older brother, is leaving tomorrow too. He's driving his baby blue coloured corvette down to New York to Mary, my older sister, to allow her to use his 'baby' while he's away doing 'God's work' (his term, not mine) in Africa. He then would take a flight from there to his African destination. As a car enthusiastic myself, I understood why my older brother would do this, a vehicle must be used regularly or they would feel neglected.
As for myself, I'm leaving Dodge tomorrow too. I am, however, not flying to my parents' house. I figured that it was due time to take another road trip - a nearly transcontinental one. So, I planned to ride Kitty (my motorcycle) all the way to Vancouver, where my parents live. The trip itself is just over 4, 500 kilometres and with a change of clothes, some munchies, a portable tent, and a sleeping bag, the trip would take approximately nine or ten days if I pace myself - in short, I'm vagabonding there with my motorcycle.
It's funny, as I child, I loathed road trips with a passion. I would start fidgeting after half an hour in a car. It wasn't until I got or was getting my driver’s licence that the appeal of a road trip seduced me. This would be my first epic road trip, at least I think so, and I'm looking forward to it.