One Road Trip As Metaphor
(for my life, so far..)
The first two days of our trip we just traveled through time and space:
eating and sleeping, stretching our legs,
putting fuel in the car so we could keep going –
blissfully inattentive to all we passed along on the way..
kind of like my first 15 years on this planet…
Then we did our first bit of sight-seeing,
visiting a local museum.
We saw amazing displays of collected wisdom
and added more than a little something to our own banks of knowledge.
And then we drove on,
looking at a map every so often,
enjoying the scenery,
eager to reach our next stop
where we could bed down
in a place we’d call home for awhile.
The heart of our trip was spent at our “destination,”
traveling north and south and east and west,
seeing as much as possible,
accommodating each person’s interests and traveling style,
goals for each day in mind.
We maintained a tight schedule,
and were exhausted each night,
barely able to slap at pesky mosquitoes
when we turned off the lights to sleep.
30’s, 40’s, and counting….
Then the day came to head home traveling by a different road.
Eager to get back to familiar surroundings,
we were up with the sun,
glad to have only ourselves to pack into the car.
It was easy to put in a full day’s drive
and we arrived at the hotel before they were ready for us.
Our aging bodies crashed just after the evening news
and groaned when a party started up in the courtyard.
We have definitely become that older generation.
(But what a blessing to go on a trip
with no one whining in the back seat,
potty stops on the side of the road,
snacks packed for every hour of the ride.)
Our last day of driving was a piece of cake.
60! …what will the next road trip bring?