The tires ate up mile after mile as we drove up north into the mountains of North Carolina. The continuous laughter, the telling of childhood tales and silly stories make it particularly special.
We experienced quaint towns, and changing landscapes. All of this frequently interrupted by the quiet solace that stems from hours behind the wheel. I enjoy driving, while being lost in my own head.
The mountains are beautiful, and cold and tell stories of a simple and rustic life. They take me back to my early days of growing up in a small ‘hill station’ in India. We walked aimlessly for hours, enjoyed bundling up, and sipping on unconscionable amounts of wine. No plans, no calls, no deadlines. Just us. Period.
Tomorrow we head home, as the second half of the road trip lies ahead. My crazy life awaits, but for now I must soak-in the joy of my quiet holiday with the people I love.
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