I leave for Pittsburgh to visit my best friend tomorrow morning. This fact both thrills and dazes me. Two weeks back, I bought my tickets on a gleeful whim and since then have been completely preoccupied with work and school starting up again. Meggie (Best Friend) and I were texting today, talking about how it doesn’t seem real yet that we’re about to see each other. As exhausted as I am, my anticipation and excitement are now growing exponentially. I know many people love getting to their destination but hate the process of traveling. I am not one of those people. I can’t wait for tomorrow morning. Soon I’ll be waking up, lacking sleep but wide-eyed. Soon I’ll be rushing through check-in and security to find my gate. Soon I’ll be searching and finding the perfect place for my morning cup of coffee. Soon I’ll be making small-talk with strangers and soon I’ll be reading a good book and perhaps dozing off on an airplane. Soon I’ll be gazing out the window and I will know that I’m flying amongst the clouds. Soon I’ll be landing, and it will be hard to sit still knowing I’m about to see Meg and also probably because I will really have to pee. Soon I will be searching for my best friend, and one of us will find the other and soon we will be jumping up and down and maybe even shrieking like excited preteens. And all of this will happen before I’ve even left an airport.
I didn’t start traveling or go on my first plane ride until I was eighteen years old. Since then, I haven’t been able to stop. I just find the whole package of traveling–from the purchasing of tickets to the landing back in my hometown– absolutely magical. Of course, I am completely ecstatic to arrive at my destination and to make new memories and experiences in Pittsburgh. Hands down, the best part will be exploring a new-to-me state and going on adventures with my best and longest friend. But man, I really do love the journey–The getting there part– too.
Pittsburgh and best friend, here I come!