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Traveling changes my perspective. 
I get a chance to slow down and look at things from another angle. My cousin got married this weekend and I drove up to Massachusetts to be there. 
I could have flown, but there's something about that long drive that brings me peace. I know the route like the back of my hand, so I can relax into the drive. 
It's been fifteen years that I've been taking this route home and I feel like I  notice different things each time. This trip brought brilliant autumn leaves. I love the freedom of leaving before the world wakes up and watching the sun rise. 
Rest stops provide a moment to stop and look around.

Flying might save time, but it doesn't bring me peace of mind. I figure things out on the road. Sometimes the music blares and a belt out a few tunes and other times I listen to audiobooks or podcasts. It's time when I must be mindful and pay attention to the road...time when I think about life. 

Arriving at my destination feels like an accomplishment. I left one place and I arrived in another. Seeing the happy faces of my family and getting the hugs...it's why I travel.

No one seems to understand why I drive. I get looks of confusion and furrowed brows. Questions like, "How long does it take you?" and "Wouldn't you rather fly?" greet me each and every trip. The answer is no. I wouldn't rather fly. I get to drive! Is there traffic? Yup. Construction? Sure. Bad drivers? Certainly. Driving is about the time and the quiet and stopping and looking around in a world that's so busy. 

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  1. I recently drove all the way to Chicago. I was with my daughters which helped, but I get that "time to notice." Mary Oliver tells us to pay attention. Your weekend was made richer by this attention and time.

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  2. The think time you got on this trip is an investment in you. And what beautiful views you had on the way!

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  3. I love road trips too, Michelle, understand completely the wonderful hours of thinking, looking, just sinking into the time and enjoying. Your pictures are beautiful, & I love that you captured the niece and nephew coming off the bus!

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  4. What those who ask those questions don't understand is that there is joy in the journey!

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  5. This is beautifully written, Michelle. The combination of text and pictures is perfect. It's like a photo essay; you can't read one without the other.

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  6. I love driving especially when the view is similar to yours. Beautiful pictures, especially the one with the tree against the blue sky! Wow what wonderful sites to see.

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  7. What a rich experience that drive was, Michelle - look at all you were able to enjoy!

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  8. What a rich experience that drive was, Michelle - look at all you were able to enjoy!

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  9. I'm not a fan of long drives (unless I'm the passenger and can read ;-)) because I get sleepy, but you've helped me look at it a different way. The photos are beautiful!

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