Road trips are the best.
You’ll inevitably be crammed in a car, all of your available leg room consumed by luggage, handbags, backpacks, or instrument cases. The ceiling becomes your most comfortable (read: the only available) footrest.
There will be no access to a bathroom for hours. Once you get to a bathroom, you may wonder if a nearby forest would provide you more sanitary options.
You’ll probably end up eating fast food along the way. You’ll know how fresh or pesticide-laden your salad is by whether or not the bugs in the salad container are still moving.
And by the end of the day, despite the fact you’ve done very little in the way of physical exertion, you will be desperately tired.
But road trips are the best. They are full of surprises and promise and beautiful views out the car window. There will be new places to see and new experiences to live and write about. And delightful company.
All in all, well worth it.