Many years ago, my social life revolved around 2 boys and the three of us were the stuff of hipster/liberal-hack comedy and drama. We used to sit around a table (that one of the aforementioned boys made with his own bare hands, of course) with gin & tonics and talk all night about nothing.
At some point, we talked about taking a road trip across America. For one of us, we would recreate Jack Keroauc’s “On the Road”. For the other, it would make for beautiful photos of American architecture. For me, embarrassing as this sounds, soul-searching and trying to figure out who I am and who I wanted to be. Somewhere to go without voices laden with various expectations.
In any case, we never went on this trip. And I’m confident now that we would have driven each other insane. And today we all live in completely different worlds. One of them has become one of my best friends. And I think the other has truly found his happy place. I know that this July I will wonder if I’m too old to get in a car and just drive into the sunset - IN
(Source: giulliete, via greenlikebathwater)