Before my cross-country journey, I took time to imagine the ideal trip — like what athletes do before a game. I imagined the weather (perfect), the traffic (none), other drivers (safe & sober), gas (cheap & widely available), phone (always connected), my energy (high & strong), Zoey (comfortable), conditions (smooth roads), hotels (welcoming and cozy, easy in/out). I kept saying in the weeks before I left, “Safe and easy, safe and easy. Effortless travel.”
I received what I envisioned, for the most part. The weather? Perfect. The only rain was in western WI but for less than an hour. That was also where my phone blinked out. The unexpected trek through Chicago jammed me up but that wasn’t surprising and more karmic than anything — and helped me be patient. It’s not like I had to rush through my trip. 4 days was the ideal and I had no desire to stay in hotels for more than 3 nights (too much energy of other travellers linger) but would be flexible, if needed.
1-90 was smooth and open, gas no more than $2.50ish a gallon (imagine if I had travelled a year ago!). Zoey settled into her spot and knew that the car was her safe place. Drivers kept their distance and there was only 1 time I carelessly veered into a lane. The hotels were decent — though the 1st night Z & I didn’t sleep that well. Even then I said, Tomorrow I will drive 12 hours and my energy will be strong – and I’ll book a really sweet hotel. At my last hotel in MT, I told the girl I was a Tarot reader and she gave me a discount!
I’ve done cross-country trips before and to be honest, I don’t really like driving. I much prefer being a passenger to observe. However, this trip flew by — very rare were the times I wanted to bolt out of the car and that was at the end of the day. I didn’t even play audiobooks — I spent most of the time with my thoughts and country music in the background.
VT taught me many wonderful things but a skill I honed there was being happy alone. As an artist, I value my time and draw inspiration from any environment. I adapt. On this trip, I had a goal in mind and with every mile, my former life dropped away and a new one stretched out like those vast landscapes of northern America. When I hit the Western states — and yes, the energy shifts there as the West Coast approaches — I felt my spirit soar and knew that I’d never return to the East Coast to live. This is where I belong — the West — though there will be other travels to come.
The visions come first — then the steps to arrival.