Roadtrips & Barf Bags

It's no secret in my family that I'm the one who hates roadtrips. My dad enjoys the drive, my mom enjoys the scenery, my siblings love the adventure.  

Me? I love the barf bags and Dramamine. They are my homies during the long hours of a roadtrip and we bond quite nicely.
Don't get me wrong - I love travelling and even did a bit of it after college. Only, I chose the trips that required an airplane. Maybe it's because I felt like a cool kid getting a stamp in my passport. Maybe it's because I wantd to prove to the world that even fun-sized (a.k.a. short) people really can lug their own luggage off the conveyer belt at baggage claim ALL BY THEMSELVES.

Who am I kidding? It's mostly because I'm impatient and want to arrive at the destination sooner rather than later. And as I get older, I find that I'm having to keep this impatience in check espcially with regards to my dreams to becoming a full-time photographer. After all, the road may be bumpy and may seem a little long, but with a destination is always worth it, right? Right.

Shout out goes to the barf bags and Dramamine who've accompanied me on many a roadtrip. I couldn't have made it without you guys.

Happy Wednesday!