A month later

Tonight I had a strange set of emotions flood over me. They came as I surfed the web looking to ease the pre bedtime boredom. I started thinking about Canada, and the road trip that is just now 1 month behind me. It brought such a feeling of Nostalgia. Yet I feel weird to admit that I'm already nostalgic about a place I was just only a month ago. I always thought Nostalgia only could come with larger amounts of time, yet I cannot deny what I'm feeling.

I'm not certain why but I loaded up Google maps, I focused on northern Indiana. I zoomed in several times until I saw the very small dot of Ossian Indiana. I began panning north with my cursor, following highway69 with it all the way through Michigan into Port Huron. Images of the drive were flowing through my brain. The wide open road, the sunlight beating down, the radio, the trees, the farms, the hills, Kim sitting in the seat beside me. The sheer amount of freedom that I felt. I remember the feeling of not knowing when we would arrive, not knowing exactly what Canada would look like, or what road would take us there. But just knowing that hours away there was a destination, and the drive to me (being an armature traveler beamed with adventure) I miss that road, and I miss that feeling. Google Maps says from Ossian to Winsdor is only 3 1/2 hours. A little longer than it takes to go to Bloomington. I fantasize Naively about taking a day or two trip there.. Yet a fantasy only goes so far, and I'm left to focus back on the small microcosm of the U.S. that is Ossian.

It's crazy.. really, I've even been having dreams in my sleep about Canada. I think that makes me miss it even more. Looking back on it I say to myself "Wow did we really do that..." It is the weirdest thing to take a trip out of adventure, and naive wonderment and yet maybe that is what remains to haunt me in my memories. Haunt however is such a negative word, but it emphasizes the weight the trip still holds on my mind. Yet I'm left asking myself if it is not Canada its self that I miss, but rather the adventure, and the feeling of doing something that at a glance might be absurd but in the end pays off with such experience and memories.

While in time these feelings might fade, I hope they never completely disappear. There are so many places to see, and so many roads to travel, and behind every one is a destination, an adventure, a story, and memories.

I think one of the most Important things I bring from this trip is the desire to do it again. I think I've taken a personal vow to myself to not let this be the last travelogue I write. It is one of the few things I'm pretty sure about.