Roadtrip

Its 2:03pm and I’m sitting in my Godmothers car on the way to New Jersey. We’re just outside of Baltimore, so its only another 3 or so hours away. It has’nt been a bad drive. We’ve stopped 8723984 times because my mom is worried about bathrooms, exploding bladders and whether we have enough gas to get to Tibet or not, this is only reinforced by my Godmother who added, as we’re walking up to the Virginia Welcome center that getting out the car a few times ever couple of hours helps prevent blood clots in your legs. Blood clots. In my legs. I’ve made this trip once on my own, and a zillion times with my dad and learned to hold it whilest he gets his road rage under control. I love it. I couldn’t be having more fun. Seriously, Its me, Mommy and my Auntie Ann; these women are hilarious, we stopped at the Baltimore travel center about 30 minutes ago for restroom/James having a cow because she ran out of coke and cheetos stop, well, we did the biz and got back in the car and thus proceeded to get lost trying to figure out which way to go to get back on 95 north. After 900 Uies we’re back on 95 and mom is frazzled and Auntie Ann is trying to calm her down (Moms driving Anns car and treating it like if she pushes the gas the cars going to fall down around us). I’m taking photographs from the nice big back seat that’s all mine and I’ve got the new Shawn McDonald album on repeat on my ipod. All of the sudden I hear this “wandering uterus” (eck, I hate to say hysterical, but its kind of the only thing to say to describe the sounds coming from my Aunties mouth < PS-if you ever call me hysterical or anyone in the vicinity your going to get a feminist lecture, so grab your thesaurus and pick a better synonym, ask me for details if your completely confused at this point) Anyway, I hear this insane laughter and I pull out my ear buds to see what’s up, Mom and Auntie Ann are just falling out because their nerves were so frayed, It was contagious and we laughed until it hurt, so its been quite an adventure, a great adventure indeed.
I’m ready to see Jeremy, he’s been in New York City living the high life for like a month and a half, all my life I’ve never been more than a few hours from him, I’ve been able to call him and talk about my stupid girl problems and have him pray with me and calm me down. So for the last month and a half, because both of us have been busy, me with the paper and all the new work for ECU student media and design, and him with his missions work, plays and other such city activities, we’ve busily been communicating via facebook, and I don’t like it. I miss him terribly. This summer has been a real turn around for me. It’s been such a great time; I’ve got the greatest friends, met some gorgeous people and have been able to participate in some truly awesome activities. I’ve got the job at the paper, the photo shoots with Stephanie, 20something eat outs and talks, and bonding time with my family and with my friends from home (Goldsboring, oops, hehe, I mean Goldsboro, my bad). It’s been an awesome time but it’s just been kind of empty without Jeremy at home to come and talk too. So I’ve really been waiting to come to Jersey to get him, now that I’m almost there, I’m just restless and ready to tell him everything that’s happened this summer, and to trade stories like we’re so good at.
I’m also ready to see my family. It’s been several months; Christmas was the last time I was up here. This Christmas however, I didn’t get to see my Aunt Jan and Uncle Dave, and we only had a little bit of time with Aunt Gladys and my cousins and other aunts and uncles. We’re a great group, We’re all so different, yet so alike, its just funny to get us around each other, since most of them live up in the North, they’re just loud all the time, but, my families from North Carolina, and Uncle Dave and Co. live in Arizona, we’re a quite folk (could you tell? those of you who know me J) but an interesting phenomenon takes place when we cross the Mason-Dixon line, our volume increases, our personalities just flourish. So it has been since we got to the other side of DC, I’ve noticed the tone increase and it’s feeling more and more like home. We have a great time up here, and I adore my family, we’ve all accomplished so much, it’s always a joy to come up and see what’s changed. My cousin Josh was going to come up, but he’s cancelled, which is really disappointing, but it’ll be good to conference call him in Vietnam anyway. I know once Jeremy and I get on with him we wont hang up for hours, he’s several years older than I but enough to not be weird, he’s 25 or 26 and we’re all just alike, its awesome, and scary, hahaha.