A few weeks before I started this project if you would have asked me if I was going home for fall break I would have said, "No way. 24 hours of driving is not worth the two days I will be staying there." I was convinced I was not going. Then I got a reason to go. All of my friends here at college with me that are from my church back home were going home, and three out of four of them were going to surprise the youth group back home while they were one their fall retreat. The fall retreat was when our youth group went to some sort of campground and had an amazing time having fun, and getting closer to everyone and God. I was so stoked. But then I realized that the trip would cost money. So I decided again that I was not going. I couldn't afford it. And if I wasn't able to do the main reason I was going home. Then I didn't want to go at all. But then someone asked me during the yes man project, and so I had to say yes. Yes, this does kind of seem like it would fall under the impossible category, but I decided to just trust that everything would work out. And it did. Remember back when I told my grandparents that I needed help, and they provided me with help? Well the money they gave me was more than I expected. :) So I was able to afford the trip with the money they gave me. So today I traveled thirteen hours back home. We left at six in the morning, and arrived home at 7:30 ish p.m.
The entire trip Victoria and I switched off as drivers. I drove most of the way. I was okay with doing so though. My stomach was acting up, and driving took my mind off of it. I don't remember what provoked it, but I saw a sign and decided to scream, "BUCKLE UP VIRGINIA!" followed by what I can only describe as a tribal call. So for the rest of the trip whenever something like this happened we would all do the tribal call, and it kept things fun as well as kept us awake. We did this with any state sign, every time we gained back minutes on our GPS count down, anytime an hour or a significant amount of mileage was completed, and so on. Then we got into MARYLAND. Once we got there our tribal call turned into all out high pitched girl screams. I even joined in with what I like to call my horror film scream. It's where I strain all the muscles in my neck and scream. It produces an incredibly high-pitched murderous scream that always provides a good laugh. Especially when it's a guy doing it. Finally we got to Victoria's house, our destination, and we screeched all the way up the driveway. Victoria's parents were concerned for our safety. It was probably one of the best road trips I have ever been on. I am so glad I decided to go home. My next few entries will be on this trip. I hope you enjoy! Talk to you soon!
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