Road trips usually start with a bold and outlandish idea, which is what makes them a distinctly American tradition. Our most recent one began with a meeting in Los Angeles. We live three thousand miles away in Maryland. Since I don’t particularly like to fly I off-handedly asked my husband last month if we could drive there, mostly in jest. Would a logical person drive 100 hours round-trip across America for a 45-minute meeting? Perhaps not, but with my decks as clear as they are going to get, I am on a journey to discover what my next move in life will be.
