Thursday, January 15, 2015

My Road Trip To Maine!

My family had decided to take a road trip to Maine. We had all gotten used to sleeping in the car, with our bodies contorted in odd places to make them comfortable. We had gotten used to staring out the window, looking at the open planes of Wyoming or Nebraska. We had gotten used to stopping at gas stations and watching tourists buy cheap magnets that would soon be proudly hung on a refrigerator.
The dark had been creeping up on us and we were almost to the old house that my mom had played at when she was a child. The rocks on the road grumbled under the tires. We were all excited, but also exhausted. My brother was draped across the seat, in an awkward position. I woke him up, telling him that we were almost there. We weren't going to stop now. We were almost there. Then the GPS said it.
"your destination is on the left."
I let out a long sigh, a sigh that I had been holding in for the entire trip. A sigh of relief that everybody else felt to. I saw the small blue house standing in front of us. A blue house full to the brim with endless possibilities.
Down here you can see a picture of the blue house that my mom's side of the family owns. We go there about every summer!

3 comments:

  1. Sounds like a uhm...memorable experience! Do you always drive there?

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  2. Love hearing about this, Amelia, & you've written the description with such gorgeous words! This, "The rocks on the road grumbled under the tires." Super slice!

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  3. I love the writing style in this piece. All the description and analogies make it seem very real.

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