When I first got to the United States, I was young, restless and not attached to anything in particular. That's when my friends gave me the nickname of the travelling frog (after the fairy tale by Garshin that is so familiar to everyone who grew up in Russia). It wasn't because of my passion for the wonders of the world, but because I had no problem with packing my belongings in a suitcase and try my luck in a different city or state just for the sake of it. That was the preiod my life when I was forced to finally grow up and face more responsibilities than I could handle at the time.
Years passed since then, but the old habit of my restless youth never faded, just changed its form. I still take pleasure in going out of town and seeing new places: the historical landmarks and wonders of natue when I can afford it. But sometimes I would pack my suitcase and get out of my new hometown just for the sake of it.
You see, there is something magical about the feeling of not being attached to anything, of getting out of the comfort zone of the familiar to the bone four walls and just hitting the road. I can drive hundreds of miles to go see an out of state friend, and I usually prefer travelling at night. Yup, that's when normal people are sleeping, resting or trying to unwind and relax in some other way.
Night time highway is not as crowded at night. Singing along to the tunes on the radio and cans of Red Bull keep me alert when following the grey strip seemingly to nowhere. I can only see about 500 feet of the road ahead of me at night, and it's enough to get me safe to my destination. Sometimes gazing at the road the whole time literally gives me pain in the neck, but I don't mind that a bit. The road and I connect at that time in an odd manner. Constant concentration keeps my mind from wondering too much, and after an hour of driving or so all that was bothering me seem as someone else's life story.
Of course, I would have to deal with problems eventually, but not till later, not till the road is over. When this time comes, I will be rested and ready to take up the challenge with new found energy, the energy that the road gave me. What can I say? Night time road trips are my kind of meditation. They might be irrational and outright irresponsible steps sometimes, but in the end they fulfill the craving of my wondering mind: the craving of the inner peace.