The Road Back

The last stretch of road back to Georgia was a pretty straight shot on Interstate 10. By the way, if you want to do a southern United States cross country road trip, just take I-10. It begins in Jacksonville, Florida and goes all the way to Santa Monica, California.

This is I-10 in Lousiana. Notice the kamikazee bug splatter. 

Other than the 20 mile stretch of bridge crossing swampland in Louisiana, my mind was on what was to come. Going back after a long vacation always leaves the feeling you have had the time of your life and you simply don’t want it to end. Life calls, time for you to get back to the old regular routine. Same job, same home.

The thought crossed my mind… I didn’t want to go back. Don’t get me wrong, I needed to go back, missed my family and my oldest friend was in need of my presence.

This journey has been a tease. I have traveled 8000 miles in 6 weeks and in that time I’ve seen things I didn’t think I’d ever see. Majestic mountains, snow drifts that reshape the landscape and land that stretches as far as the eye can see. Believe me when you are out there things like the curvature of the Earth come into play… you begin to measure miles when the colors of the land turn a bluish hue. Then I heard this small voice in the back of my mind say, “you know…this doesn’t have to end. You could choose this life.” Sure, with all the time spent on the road we have had plenty of discussions about the job, life on the road, and all the possibilities it could spell out for us but could I honestly make that leap?

So I started to think about it and by the time we got back to Georgia a plan has been devised.

I would spend two weeks catching up with my family and helping Jenny in any way possible and then head up to Carrollton for the big pack. I’M GOING TO BECOME A TRUCKER! HA! Who would’ve thought? Honestly, not me.

With a blend of excitement, melancholy and anxiety, it is on to Macon for me. Let’s see what the next few weeks hold for me.