That’s the driving distance from where I live to where I should spend the weekend.
Was it far?
About a four-hour drive, with occasional stops at gas stations and notable landmarks.
Perhaps I could have spent the same hour just rolling in and out of bed. But the same four hours would just pass by like nothing happened.
Sure, it’s nice to have times of rest to get your footing straight. And maybe it’s a good time to do mundane tasks like cutting your nails.
But traveling?
It changes you.
And traveling 248 kilometers one way, I’m sure I would still think about this weekend-long after I’m back to the metro and back to work.
jessa 