Dearest Road Trip,

Long [fourth dimension], no scenery, eh? It’s been a while since it’s just been the two of us. And Teasha. Sometimes I don’t really distinguish the difference between us. We’re like conjoined twins. Only, we’re not. You know?

I digress. I have missed you, miles of highway; occasional roadkill; [weary and/or bored] truck drivers. And I have missed the bigger cities (bigger, being, of course, a relative term) of Eugene and Portland. People honking at me when I don’t almost kill myself merging, the bustle of a crowd on the street – the street! Imagine! – a four story [store where books are sold] (although, this time around, we only got to go into a branch of it, across from the Bagdad theatre. Yes, I spell it British-ly. Don’t freak out.

There is something comforting about driving 500 miles with your best friend, to see your best friend, to go to a once-in-a-lifetime-concert, and driving 500 miles back [to our dwelling place]. It wears you out, sure, but there is a peacefulness too, in stopping at late-night coffee shops and asking insane questions to keep your brain functioning. (Just to fall down at your [barrier that opens and closes an entryway]!)

I always, always, learn something new when I’m with you, road trip. I should know. We’ve known each other since we were very small. My momma always said I was a good traveler; it’s because you always have been entertaining to me. Long enough to read a book in one go, comfortable enough to sit with other people and not feel the need to talk, boring enough to resort to 20 questions with someone you thought you knew pretty well (but hey! I didn’t know what she’d like to be if she had a profession in the wizarding world! Now I do!), and long enough to make the journey as worthwhile as the destination.

"Never go on trips with anyone you do not love." -Ernest Hemingway

I hope we will cross [a way beaten, formed, and/or trodden by persons and animals] again, as travelers and companions.

With many regards, affectations, and enthusiasm,

~Jennie