I love road trips. I guess it’s because my parents used to drives us everywhere, no plane trips for us. And we never took the shortcut, we often took the meandering road, stopping off overnight at little towns before continuing on our adventure. My Husbeast doesn’t have the same nostalgia when it comes to road tripping, his family was more the “take the quickest possible route” type.
My ideal road trip has no set destination and no planned route. Just hopping into the car and seeing where we end up, choosing to stop when we see something interesting and turning off the main roads when the byways call us. My life is usually planned out the tiniest detail, the thought of not having any plans and just winging it is thrilling.
I think we’ll start small, maybe a weekend trip? Picking a general direction, throwing some camping gear in the car (just in case) and then hitting the road.
It’s quiet here. Almost too quiet. It’s quiet enough that you can hear your own heart beat. It’s so quiet that my thoughts sound loud. I’m so used to noise: kids, cats, dogs, cars, birds, trains, people… it feels lonely here. I was fully expecting to get homesick but I’ve been so busy during the day that I haven’t had a chance to miss home. Being able to video call the kids before they go to bed has made the separation a lot easier.
The coursework is really interesting and I’ve met such awesome people here. I’ve only been coming back to the hotel close to 11pm each night, having long lazy dinners and going for walks through the town.
But then it’s time to go to bed. And the hotel gets quiet. And the room is dark. And the bed is so big and empty. That’s when the loneliness creeps in. I remember that I was excited to get away from my “boring life”. And I count the nights until I get to go home.
I’m half a world away from home tonight, I’m traveling for work at the moment so I’m currently in Zug, Switzerland. Thank goodness for technology, thanks to a data sim and some Wi-Fi I can still say goodnight to my girls. It’s weird how different everything is here, it’s hard to describe but even the air doesn’t feel like “home”.
I’ve been writing about my adventures (its my first time traveling internationally!) over on my other blog Run Fat Girl, Run!. I usually post about my weight loss fails and victories, so pop over and have a look:)