After my sister passed away, I went with her boyfriend to visit his brother in Colorado (we live in Minnesota). We road-tripped down there. It was well needed. It was an amazing experience, and I needed that time with him, to heal together, to understand each other, outside of the scrutiny of those who just can’t understand.
Some time later, he went into the Army and moved to Killeen, Texas. I road tripped down there twice, once with one friend, the second with another friend, to visit him.
I love the freedom in a road trip.
Do yourself a favor—-don’t plan TOO much.
