The drive from Edwardsville to Southfield is a long and rather boring one. From flat farmland to flat highway to green rural upper Midwest, we saw lots of cows and horses and wide open fields but little landscape change.
Dan drove the entire eight hours toward home. We stopped at the kids’ favorite roadside eatery in rural Illinois, That 50’s Place, in Dwight, Illinois (population 4,260). It is truly a dive, though they were convinced Guy Fieri would have a field day reviewing it for Diners, Drive-ins and Dives. They even wanted to be there when he does (if ever) to be the patrons interviewed.
We stopped again in New Buffalo, Michigan for ice cream at another retro-vintage styled eatery. Appetites sated and sugared-up, we headed back to the highway to close in on home.
It used to be that I could not do anything on a long car trip other than look straight ahead and listen to the pretty music. Reading, movie-watching or even doing work on a laptop or iPad was out of the question; I’d get nauseous and headache-y.
Then someone said a few years ago, probably in a yoga class, that drivers never get carsick; only passengers do.
Right, that. Just like the “duh!” revelation I had when a homeopath told me in the late ’80s that allergies are barriers, preventing you from being somewhere or doing something. Um, yeah.
Sounds to me like both of these largely fall into the category of “in your head.” I’ve never been carsick behind the wheel! Is it the lack of control one feels in the passenger seat or God Forbid, the back row, that leads to nausea?
So yesterday, I pulled out my laptop and got to work. That made the first three-hour leg a piece of cake and by the way, today was far easier having finished several important projects on the way home.
Then I picked up a novel I had just started, Can I Get an Amen? by Sarah Healy. Fantastic novel that I read in one day. And since a good novel is, for me, like a trip in itself, transporting me into different locales and individuals and life journeys, boy, that long drive home was a great adventure.
I didn’t get nauseous even for a minute.
No agitated, are-we-there-yet crankiness.
Easy journey. Calm. Peace. Good.
Funny what happens when we let go of control.