Writing Big Trip

[Brasil]

In telling the story of my travels across the state of Pennsylvania, my destination being a particular city in the Western portion of the state, it seems impossible to tell the story just how it is, to leave out the wonder and magic of the fantastic journey I embarked upon. It's impossible to separate fact from fiction, reality from myth, and so the best way for me to tell my story is to let the story tell itself.

There is always a peculiar and electric sense of anticipation before you go on a trip to somewhere you've never been before. The week leading up to the date of your departure is a week of mixed feelings. Sometimes you get the jitters, sometimes you're so looking forward to it that your classes can't end soon enough. The week goes slowly, of course, as all things go slowly when you're looking to the future with such high ambition, but when that Friday hits, and with it the understanding and knowledge that you're leaving your small-town behind to travel to a foreign city, if only for the weekend, something is destined to change deep within yourself.

Some call it a religious experience, others might call it an epiphany. I honestly don't see the need to label it like that. What happens on this journey is an experience like no other. I view my trip out to Pittsburgh as a Shockabuku. But the Shockabuku came after the trip, and we haven't even started telling the story, or rather, letting the story tell itself.

A long, long time ago...

*****

Just the start, but you all can see what this tale is about, and what inspired it. ~_^

[Mimmsicle]

[size=1][color=darkred]As always, I want more and will be kept waiting.


It captured the feeling[s] that fly about as you ready yourself for a journey (be it mentally or physically) and there's interest created simply by telling us you are about to tell a story.

Good work, you've hooked our attention. Now it's time to reel us in ~_^[/color][/size]