Monday, July 15, 2013

Even now, I think about our road trip. I think about why I was so desperate to leave and the maddening urge that drove me away from everything I had once known. But when it comes down to it all, it was because you and I made a promise to each other, that we would stop dreaming about beautiful strangers and distant lands, and start living. Pain, after all, was meant to be felt.  

So we escaped: to the cold glittering mountains and to the oceans, where the wind numbed us down to our very bones. Sleepless nights, followed by iced vanilla lattes, awkward near kisses, chocolate croissants from roadside cafes, singing to the moon in abandoned lots, and dancing, dancing under the darkened streetlights until the sun set and rose once more. I miss it. I miss it all so much. It was a mistake, you know, to fall in love with the freedom of the open road, to fall asleep to the sound of your breathing, and to wake up to your laughter. It was a mistake, but did you ever feel so damn alive when you looked up at the night sky and saw the Milky Way for the first time in your life? 

 It’s hard to forget, isn’t it?



12 comments:

  1. We started living, really living, and were unable to return to our ordinary lives. Now we're stuck in this trancelike state, unable to forget the taste of freedom, eternally dreaming of escaping once more. Funny, really - that we should be unable to stop dreaming now. But it's damned hard to forget the cold, crisp night air from that night, and how my heart swelled simultaneously with love and loneliness...

    I miss everything. xx.

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    1. Yeah. I can't do this sometimes. This mundane life I swear. Run away with me?

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  2. Homesick words. I really liked this text and this beautiful pictures. Keep sharing your thoughts and have a great day Liz!

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    1. Thanks Rita! I guess they are homesick words... I am sick of home and I want to be anywhere but here right now hahhaa.

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    2. Thanks Rita! I guess they are homesick words... I am sick of home and I want to be anywhere but here right now hahhaa.

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  3. Your writing is beyond beautiful, and the photographs are perfect.

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    1. Thank you Jessica. I feel like the landscape made the photographing easier, it was hard to go wrong.

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  4. You write so beautiful and these pictures are perfect.

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    1. Thanks Anita! I think my trip, more than anything, was perfect. I miss it a lot.

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  5. Reading your words and admiring your photos amidst listening to Bruce Springsteen 'i'm on fire' is truly surreal. It almost feels as though I am right there. Beautiful. xxx

    http://via-del-mare.blogspot.com.au/

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  6. Charming, as always. This writing gives me wanderlust for my own adventure, which will be soon. My two best friends and I are living on a road trip in 10 days. We're leaving from Indy, and will eventually work our way out to Seattle and Vancouver. I'm looking forward to the trip, as they are. But I already dread coming back. Dread the feeling of collapsing back into "real life," the real world, where things aren't a spontaneous, hazy dream.

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  7. It looks like you went to some gorgeous places. I really want to do a proper road trip soon, I imagine it would feel so awesome to be able to transport yourself wherever you wanted without sticking to timetables.

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