Reading charlie's journal

I just returned from spring break. I drove through the high plains to my parent's house and from there to the Cities. In the Cities I took a flight to Los Angeles to see my aunt (free room and board in California). I spent most of my time in Los Angeles in traffic. I went to the Santa Monica Pier and Long Beach, even downtown LA. But the journey was as enjoyable as the destination - although it wouldn't be if I commuted everyday. Even driving back from St. Paul - where the scenery and weather are much colder - I had a great time.

As I was driving myself back to school for three hours today, I wondered. Why is driving a car and sitting in a plane so enjoyable? Maybe I'm just weird.

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