Business Travel, Road Trips, Travel Narrative

Sometimes Tweets Do Come True

Four days ago I was driving down this gravel road on a small island in the St. Lawrence; today I drove south on 95 to Raleigh, North Carolina.

Four days ago I was driving down this gravel road on a small island in the St. Lawrence; today I drove south on 95 to Raleigh, North Carolina.

Over the past four years, I’ve extolled the virtues of travel, of seeing new places, meeting new people, and trying new things.  Outside of The Suitcase Scholar, I’ve posted and tweeted travel longings–wish I wasn’t here, I’d write, on rainy Tuesdays while sitting at my old desk in my old classroom.  I’ve driven down Main Street in my own town countless times and wished I could just…keep…driving.

And this month, that’s kind of what I did.

In the last thirty days, I’ve driven approximately 2,813 miles.  Google Maps tells me that this is a little over 43 hours, but Google Maps hasn’t met 95 South during rush hour; I’d round that up to at least 55 hours of time-on-the-road.  I’ve been to or through six states and two provinces, in three smallish towns, and on one round trip flight.  I was home for eleven of the thirty days in the month of June, during which I finished out my 10-year teaching career, watered my plants, and took apple dumplings to my grandparents.

I took 1,380 photos with my camera and 571 with my iPhone.  I made four new friends.

Wish I wasn’t here, I tweeted that dreary Tuesday months ago.  I think my next tweet should be wish I had a million dollars.

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