931 miles, a distance not so impressive at all.
The time of traveling, yet, was much needed after all.
I stepped on my gas, speeded and shouted; because this was the trip I've been waiting for so long.
Like a pen dancing across pages of a diary, my tire tracks were the one doing the writing.
On 101 and I-5, my beloved 2006 Honda Accord LX and I were excited.
Mountains with dust and dirt, sky with sunshine and blueness, the sights I saw were healing and speechless.
4-Day weekend, a vocation not so special at all.
The things I experienced, yet, were fabulous after all.
I tasted great wines and dined with good friends; because these were the things I've been longing for a while.
Like a stream removing filth from dirty cloths, my laughter was the one doing the cleaning.
At Old Place Cornell Winery and dinner tables, my tiresome mind and I were being replenished.
Meals with friends and drinks, games with CG-generated shooting and grenade-tossing, the fun I had were relaxing and pleasing.
Each moment passed was like a small step of a mystical cleansing ritual.
Little by little, all the craziness, burden, and chaos from work were being washed away.
Thus eventhough driving alone is a waste of gas and a threat to the Globe, I still loved the trip and hunger for more.
96 hours and 931 miles later, I am back home, ready for my work and the next travel on the road.
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