I enjoy trips with Tom and all the kids (in general), but it's so therapeutic to hit the road alone. I'm in my own little world and don't have to worry if I'm driving anyone crazy by constantly scrolling through stations on the radio until I find one I like, then scrolling again if the DJs start talking or a commercial comes on or some song I don't like.
I love to sing along - loudly. I can't carry a tune, but I enjoy trying, especially when I know the words.
Driving highways for hours alone gives me time to think. My brain can zoom along as fast as my van. I reminisce, my memory triggered by whatever I'm passing or the song on the radio, or I just think about what's going on in my life.
I can stop when and where I want to, and stay as long as I want, knowing Tom doesn't already have the van running and the kids rounded up, waiting for me.
So yes, I enjoyed this fast trip to see my parents, and not just the part when I was with them.
