We vacationed in Québec this year. We usually drive anywhere we go. It’s cheaper and we get to see more, but it’s also exhausting. We always start out so excited. We turn on our road trip jams, chow down on junk food, and breathe in the great outdoors through our windows. But a few hours later when your stomach stops agreeing with all the chips and chocolate you ate, the excitement starts to wear off. James always drives, because I hate driving. It stresses me out, and I’m just not good at it.
When I went to Columbus last weekend, I went with a friend who might hate driving more than I do. So I drove. And let me tell you, just less than three hours exhausted me. I don’t know how my sweet fiancé does it, but I’m so thankful that he’s always willing to take us from point A to point B. Sometimes it’s from Indianapolis to Canada. Southside Indy to downtown. Our apartment to the gym. He’s always behind the wheel or his Impala or my Honda. How did I get so lucky?
When we went to Colorado around Labor Day, we flew. What a delight! We got to come home from vacation not totally exhausted. But we also got really sick right when we got back. Perhaps it was airport germs. You can’t win ’em all.