Driving Home

I often drive up and down Interstate Highway Route 81 by myself for various reasons, like when I visited VT, Roanoke, or like today I came home by myself. I notice what when I drive by myself for long periods of time, I change into a different person almost. I become more emotional in a way. I might get really mad at some stupid driver and start yelling and cursing. Or I will be listening to my podcasts of Car Talk (hilarious NPR radio show) and just laugh at all of there little jokes so easily. Or I start getting into deep thought and a certain topic came up, my life.

So there I was doing 90 miles an hour, nah just kidding, more like 70 (the speed limit). I am on the way home for my third time, but its the first time alone since I have been at college. I get to thinking about how I am doing in school, then that leads to what I want to major in, then that leads to "what I really want to do in life", then that leads to self doubt. I think the main question I asked myself is "Am I heading in the right direction?"

I always come up with what I want to say on this darn thing, when I am not at my computer. It is kinda of frustrating. So your gonna have to wait for the rest of this post, cuz I cant think.