It is amazing to see all of that put into words. I had quite a similar experience. My parents divorced when I was 9 years old. My father lived in Watertown, my mother in Buffalo. Twice a month my mother would make the 3.5 hour drive to Watertown, pick me up, and turn right back around. We would put on some music and just sing all the way back to Buffalo. Sometimes, I would read her a book. But usually it was the music. All kinds - alternative, country, classical, folk, pop...you name it. i was actually introduced to the Barenaked Ladies on one of those trips. When my brother came along, it was even more interesting. He would compete with the radio for a chance to talk. We knew all the radio stations from Watertown to Buffalo and would change them as we went, no time wasted on tuning in. It is because of all those trips that I love to sleep in the car. I love to fall asleep to music. The best is when you make one of those trips in the afternoon on an early summer day. Just perfectly timed so that you arrive at your destination as the sun is preparing to set, the sky is a deep yellow/blue, but not quite night. Your mother doesnt want to wake you, so as you slowly open your eyes you see that you have arrived but dont want to move because it feels so good to just be sitting in the warmth of the sun, only a little sweaty because the ac has been off for nearly an hour. What does that say when you are more comfortable in the seat of a car, than in a bed?
But as Nick was saying, I wouldnt take back a second of it. I never wish my parents were together...well not anymore. I used to, in my naive childhood, pray that my parents would love eachother again, that they could get along. But that was only for a couple years. For the last decade or so I have been thankful that they are apart. Think about who you would be if they were together. I do that sometimes. I honestly know that I would not be at Wells College. I likely wouldnt be anywhere but a state school at most. I have more opprotunities with them apart. Perhaps, you may find the same.
When my brother came along, it was even more interesting. He would compete with the radio for a chance to talk.
We knew all the radio stations from Watertown to Buffalo and would change them as we went, no time wasted on tuning in.
It is because of all those trips that I love to sleep in the car. I love to fall asleep to music. The best is when you make one of those trips in the afternoon on an early summer day. Just perfectly timed so that you arrive at your destination as the sun is preparing to set, the sky is a deep yellow/blue, but not quite night. Your mother doesnt want to wake you, so as you slowly open your eyes you see that you have arrived but dont want to move because it feels so good to just be sitting in the warmth of the sun, only a little sweaty because the ac has been off for nearly an hour.
What does that say when you are more comfortable in the seat of a car, than in a bed?
But as Nick was saying, I wouldnt take back a second of it. I never wish my parents were together...well not anymore. I used to, in my naive childhood, pray that my parents would love eachother again, that they could get along. But that was only for a couple years. For the last decade or so I have been thankful that they are apart. Think about who you would be if they were together. I do that sometimes. I honestly know that I would not be at Wells College. I likely wouldnt be anywhere but a state school at most. I have more opprotunities with them apart. Perhaps, you may find the same.
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