I truly envy people who get excited about traveling. When I see somebody post something on social media like, “OMG, I’m leaving for San Francisco in two days and I HAVEN’T EVEN PACKED!” it makes me want to reply something like, “I’m leaving for Paris in the morning, and I’ll be packing approximately an hour before they close the door on the plane.” After traveling the country for work for over seven years, it’s all old hat for me at this point.
I hate it when people ask me, “Where would you like to go in the US that you’ve never been before?” Mostly, it’s because I hate my jaded, world-weary reply to the question. However, it’s completely true. “I’ve been everywhere.” I’ve been to over forty states. I’ve been to 48 of the 50 largest metro areas in the country, and 97 of the top 100. There isn’t much about travel that excites me any more, frankly.
But…next week is totes different. I’m excited. I’m packing my bag early. I’m doublechecking the contents of it. Because next week, I’m going to Sebring to drive the Shelby GT350R.
