It’s 6 AM. The sun still hasn’t risen, but I’ve been up for over an hour. The car is packed up, and before long I’ll be hitting the road. With finals over, it’s time to head back to Vermont for the summer. Now all that’s left to do is make that 800-mile drive.
This is much easier said than done. First off, I’m doing the drive by myself. Second, unlike a lot of my peers, I don’t have a newer car. Instead, I have a car that’s pushing 20 years old and probably isn’t fit for such long drives. Oh well, I’m a poor veterinary student, it’s what I have, it hasn’t failed me yet, and I’ll stick with it until it’s time to get something else.
Travelling has become a major part of my life since starting school. I’ve travelled more in the last year and a half than I have in my entire life. Driving back was quite the adventure. After being in the same town for months on end, finally being able to hit the open road was one of the best feelings ever. However, it felt strange to think that I made the exact same journey 9 months ago, but in the opposite direction. A few miles down the road from my house is a ferry to New York. It was the beginning of my journey to Virginia way back when, but now it is the end point of my drive home. It’s a nice relaxing ride across the lake after being away for so long. As I pull into my driveway, it is now 8 PM. A solid 14-hour drive, but I am now home for the summer!