Journal 2

                As I sit at a red light just south of Canton, I am faced with a dilemma – I could turn right, head south on 77. I have a full tank of gas, a sufficient amount on my bank card and little debt on my credit card. I could be to sunny southern Florida in 18 hours, traffic contingent. Then there is the other option. I head North on I-77, back to canton, where I remain in the cold, the snow, and hidden from sunlight. This is not like me, usually I love the snow, being outside, I love anything adventurous; however, after the tearing of my ACL two years ago, I find myself limiting my adrenaline indulgences.

                Obviously I had chosen to turn left, but what if I hadn’t? What if I had chosen to go south? I found myself daydreaming about my trip south as I made the trek through the snow back to Walsh.  Driving to the sunshine state would’ve obviously been my first choice, what fun is flying? Sure flying is faster, but I still need my little adrenaline fixes here and there. The thrill of tearing down the interstate, crossing state boarders, ripping through the Carolina’s and slowly feeling the weather change. That’s what it’s really about, the climate change, the smell of the air, I love the salty air! I slowly find myself speeding up, so I set my cruise, the speed limit is 70, but heck I need that fix, let’s go 80.

                I can slowly feel the temperature begin to rise, it’s no longer 30 degrees, and it feels like it’s about 60 as I cross the South Carolina border. That’s when I decide - the windows go down, and the country music gets turned up. I have my arm out the window letting it fly in the wind, passing cars as I drive down the left lane. It feels as if I blink and I passing through Georgia already! This is when the drive really starts to drag. I find myself thinking about Mark Twain as he discusses another mode of transportation. What if I had flown? Yeah less adventurous I know, but I could already be sitting on the beach! Not to mention the view! The view would have been incredible from 20,000 feet in the air, and it was such a clear day!

                Suddenly I’m awoken from my day dream as I pull up to a red light just in front of Walsh. Had I really just let my subconscious drive the half hour back to Walsh? I feel my stomach in knots, wishing I could have truly been driving into Florida, windows down, country music turned up, and adrenaline flowing!