Romantic on The Road

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Life is always full of unexpected moments. It cannot be planned, and no matter how hard we try to make it perfect, something can go wrong. But sometimes life can throw positive unexpected moments your way, and much like the bad, you just roll with it.

I was sitting down having coffee with a co-worker when my phone rang. It was a number from Spartanburg South Carolina and I knew immediately who it was. A year prior to this I had worked with a company called The National History Bee which gave me the opportunity to road trip the country and hit over 44 states. Their headquarters are in Spartanburg, so when my phone lit up with that number flashing across my screen I knew it had to be the Bee. I assumed they were calling me to invite me to participate in Nationals. But the call turned out to be a little more exciting and nerve wracking than that.

I picked up the phone and said hello to a familiar voice on the other line. It was my old boss, and he asked me how I was doing. We had small banter, but then he laid a big request upon me. He asked me what the possibility was of me flying out tomorrow to continue the rest of the History Bee tour to take the spot of interns who, still for unknown reasons, were unable to complete it.

I was taken aback. I had just started my new life in LA. I just got out of a relationship, started a new job, living in my own apartment, making new friends, and even casually talking to someone. Also I was shocked because I know I was not my boss’s favorite intern the year of my trip. I was opinionated, independent, and a big personality. I’m the type of person who doesn’t like being told what to do, and who will always do me, and I can tell he didn’t like that. But here he was asking for my help and giving me the opportunity to leave everything behind for a month to road trip the country. I didn’t know what to say. I wanted to say yes, but I also didn’t want to leave everything behind. What if I missed something? What if the new boy I started talking to meets someone else? What If I lose my job? What if a big acting job comes my way? So many questions flooded my mind, but something inside myself told me to say yes.

Obviously I had to think about it. Last year I did this for free, but I have expenses now and the only way I was going to be able to go was if I got paid. So I called him back and struck a deal, it wasn’t much, but it averaged out so I wouldn’t be losing money while away. Within an hour I was booked for a flight the following day, and I was going to be joining a new group of interns that I have never met before. I called my job, requested the weeks off, and my boss was more than thrilled for me to have an opportunity like this. I was shocked because I thought for sure he would tell me I was crazy. I mean wasn’t I? I said yes to leaving for a month without even a 24 hour notice.

The next thing I did was tell people I was leaving. I had to cancel all my weekend plans, and I had to give up on my dream of going to Coachella. I got to the point where I didn’t even know who to tell or if it was even worth telling. But I told my close friends and of course my parents. I had to tell my parents because they were my ride to the airport.

If you ask me why I said yes I’m pretty positive I have a lot of reasons. The main reason was that this is one of those moments where you just say yes to life. Why not? I am a sporadic human, and if something like this is thrown at me I will generally say yes, I mean I did that when I went to Europe. Another reason is that I wanted a little getaway. Although I was becoming acclimated to my new city, I needed a break. I wanted to get out the second I got dumped, but the timing wasn’t right and I prayed to God to give me the opportunity of a travel. Two months later, he provided in the most unexpected way. I also needed a little distraction from my anxiety and this was the perfect escape.

I’m currently writing this from the airport terminal. I’m surrounded by mindless goons on computers and right now I’m one of them. I know my blog is about dating and love, but ultimately it’s about me and my journey. So here’s to the next part, Romantic on the Road. And hey, I could have a truck stop romance that may just be worth writing about!

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