Initial excitement leads to roadtrip
All through my college career I’ve dreamed of car ownership. The thrill of not having to bum a ride off my roommate to go to Walmart was my equivalent of the American dream.
Two-and-a-half years of purgatory and my dream became a reality.
I was inheriting my dad’s car after my folks bought a new one. Just one trial stood between me and as many trips to Walmart as gas money could buy — the nine hour drive back to school after spring break, all by myself. I immediately bought car window shades for my car.
I’d witnessed the drive between campus and home at least a dozen times, but I’d never driven it on my own. In fact, I’d never driven more than half an hour by myself, but I couldn’t imagine the trip could be that difficult. I’ve been known to willingly spend days with Netflix as my only companion, I enjoy driving and I knew the route. How bad could it be?
The first hour was a dream. The open road, blue sky and good music on the radio. Then the songs started getting repetitive until I lost that station all together.
Then I realized my eyes were getting tired. I fidgeted my way through Wisconsin and half of Minnesota.
I was groaning in a stir-crazed agony to keep myself awake until I stopped at the halfway point for lunch. It was the same McDonald’s my dad and I frequented every time he drove me to and from school. I sat down, alone with my cheeseburger, and listened to a little boy talk to his daddy about his Happy Meal in the booth behind me.
After lunch and a five minute cry break in the car, I was back on the road. Just me and I-90 for hundreds of miles, “Talk Dirty to Me” by Jason Derulo marking the hours, until finally Minnesota ended and South Dakota mercifully marked the last leg of the journey.
When I finally reached Vermillion just as the sun was setting, I felt as if I’d reached the promised land. I parked outside my apartment and saw my reflection in the window: haggard but proud.
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I did it, and now the world was my oyster.
In the week’s since, I’ve used the car twice. I’m living my American dream.
