To travel is to take a journey into yourself.” – Danny Kaye
I got in my car and shuffled through the papers on my passenger seat. I’d printed out maps ahead of time to have in case there was no cell service. Unfortunately, I did not have the directions from the event to the Airbnb where I had a room for the night. So… I drove towards Interstate 5 hoping for a signal.
By the time I hit the interstate, I had a signal but my phone refused to pull up the map. Nervous about sitting on the side of the road, I drove to the gas station up ahead. If I had to, I’d sleep in my car. It wouldn’t be great but at least I wouldn’t be out in the cold. I even had a blanket and my down quilt in the back.
Well, I finally got directions and was soon making my way towards a good night’s sleep. The roads were narrow country-like roads which feel too restricted to go real fast. Unfortunately, the locals did not seem to agree. I did my best to strike a compromise between my tendency towards slow-and-steady and their need-for-speed.
I was thrilled when I arrived at the house to find a nice quiet room awaiting. I quickly set out my clothes for the morning, set my alarm, and went to sleep. Who knew what tomorrow would bring?