BobBob

Lately I have been loving car rides. My thoughts become quiet and tend to drift in and out of memories. I love watching the trees rush past, seeing little lights here and there. On a recent car ride, a very sweet memory rushed in. My senior year of college I was in need of something great, something way bigger than myself. I made quick decisions. One day at work I looked up how much flights were to London. I found a ticket round trip for $350 so I booked the flight within the hour. I had always dreamed of living in Colorado so I applied for a student teaching job in Colorado and got accepted. I also seriously considered joining the Peace Corps once I graduated. My parents were very skeptical. Which made me feel a little weird and a little defiant. My grandpa was in town recovering from a car accident and the nite before he was to return home, we hung out in his hotel room. I mentioned the Peace Corps and my parents started listing all the reasons I shouldn't do it. My grandpa interrupted and said, very simply, Sara would be great at that, she should do it. I loved that moment. What a special, special guy. I will always love that memory. I haven't thought of it for a while.