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Sunday, July 7, 2013

"i found my place in a runaway car and I never looked back..."

Isn't amazing how a song and bring you straight back to a moment in time? How it can make you feel physically the exact same way you remember feeling the time you first heard it?

Well it happened for me tonight. It was a song I first heard last summer when I was in California with two of my good friends. We played it over and over again in the car as we drove up the coast from LA to San Jose, making a few good stops along the way. I've spent tonight thinking about so many of the wonderful things that happened on that trip.  How we flew to LA and spent the night. How we bought minions in the universal gift shop and named them (ZRRR and MEEP if your curious). How we got to see 10 cities in 6 days, and randomly Steven Spielberg at a mall. How we laughed until we couldnt breathe about yelling at imaginary boy banders. Or how we stalked different ones in San Jose. How we obsessively watched the One Direction DVD multiple times and listened to them in the car nonstop. And then there was stopping in a creepy gash station late at night and not being able to stop laughing long enough to pay for our food. There was my first Jamba Juice experience, gigantic houses, the hollywood sign, the board walk, a chinese tourist at the top of a huge San Francisco hill, and an old school diner.  Even sitting here writing this, I cant help but smile. And I can physcially feel like i did that week.

And then i noticed something else. Last summer, I went to California. This summer, I'm heading to New York. That means that both summers of my college career, I have visited a major world city. And I've decided that I want to continue the trend throughout the rest of my college years, not only because i get to see the world, but because i get the feeling every time i think about it.

And by the feeling i mean the sense of freedom i felt in california that summer. Just thinking about New York in a few weeks brings up the same exact feeling. This feeling thats so unique i can't really explain it. Its like going out on a limb and taking my own adventure unrelated to anyone or anything at home. Maybe some would call it running away, and maybe in a sense it is, but for me, its the only time i ever feel truly free. Because when I was in California, I was doing what i wanted to do. I was branching out and going with people outside of the comfort zone I've lived in for 20 years. And it feels so good.

Maybe it is running away, because God knows I have a lot to run away from. Maybe itll distract me long enough to make me forget about everything I'm trying to escape. Make me see a world detached from the one inside my head.

All I do know, is that I want to travel and see the world, but I want to do it my way. I want to go with the people i chose and let the wind throw us around. no set plan, just plane tickets, and a week, or even a day, in somewhere different.

I really hope that one day I dont forget this feeling. I hope I keep it going forever. Whenever I feel trapped or stuck, I hope i just pick a place and go. And who knows, by that time, maybe ill have someone who will come with me.

Because I want to fall in love while falling in love with the world. With myself. With my friends. With my soulmate.

Maybe it will all start with New York.

or maybe, just maybe, it all started with LA.


God Bless,
Parker








blog title from "Better Than This"- Hunter Hayes

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