„The concept of time, as it’s commonly understood by normal
people with normal jobs and normal goddamn lives, doesn’t
exist on the road. The nights spread out like the dark,
godforsaken highways that distinguish them, and the days run
together like Thanksgiving dinner smothered in gravy. You
never really know where you are or what time it is, and the outside
world starts to fade away.
- Tiffanie DeBartolo, How to Kill a Rock Star
Finally road tripping again.
I love how free it makes you feel.
All your belongings stuffed into a backpack.
Eating bread and hummus for days.
Singing along to music with the windows rolled down.
Stopping at the beach to jump into the waves.
Stargazing at night.
Just pure excitement.