A Path Appears

Within the vast hazy nothingness of my future, a few cloudy something-or-anothers are forming.  In other words, I still don’t have a 5-year plan (shocker!). I have a one week plan. 
This coming Friday my parents and lil sis will be driving across the United States. We’ll be helping my brother drive his moving truck across. 
I’ve ridden across The States 20 times, but this is going to be the best trip yet. 
*You know you’ve road tripped one too many times when gas stations in Illinois and rest stops in the heart of Texas seem vaguely familiar
It is the perfect time for roadtrip number 21. There is nothing like traversing the great plains of the United States with books, family, and long periods of music-listening nothingness.
This Friday we will start the 5 day journey. I’m hoping to blog regularly throughout the trip. So watch out for a whole lotta crazy sister-to-sister singing, caffinated tirades,  and, most likely, a good bit of soul searching
P.S. Yes, the title of this blogpost  is a reference to a great book I read last year about living a life that matters. 

Author: Susanna

I'm Susanna, a 20-year-old Christian girl incorrigibly addicted spontaneous adventures. My first dream was to become a pioneer. Unfortunately, I was born a couple centuries late, so I've decided to read, cook, run, and travel the world until my time machine is finished. You'll mostly likely find me getting into trouble and/or eating licorice. I am currently blogging the misadventures of a middle-school teacher in training. Come join me on my quest to become the next Ms. Frizzle!

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