Traffic. Break lights. Waiting. Frustration.
This is Connecticut... New York... New Jersey... Delaware. Literally it was my entire drive every 30 minutes or so. Bumper to bumper along the the entire eastern sea board until I reached my wonderful home state. To amuse myself along the way I thought of "superlatives", like in yearbooks, that I would give the states I drove through.
Vermont: Most Likely to Make You Fall Asleep While Driving
Massachusetts: Most People I Gave the Middle Finger To. (one)
Connecticut: Most Expensive Gas for No Reason. ($4.19 per gallon)
New York: Worst Smelling Rest Stops
New Jersey: Most Road Construction Possible
Delaware: Most People Running Red Lights and Nearly Hitting You (two)
Maryland: Most Corn Fields and Deer Oblivious to Habitation
Seeing this sign was a huge relief, especially because once I did the roads began to look like this:
Once I reached the open, two lane roads I rolled down the window and found an ever-so-fitting country music station that I cranked up loud enough to make my little peanut start kicking and jabbing in my belly. While I found she prefers classic rock and nice guitar riffs I figured she should also get a taste for the music of her roots.
Despite the drive taking almost three hours longer than it should my spirits weren't dampened one bit as I approached the home turf of my youth. Nothing is quite like coming home, especially when you know you'll be getting to see tons of old friends and family you rarely (if ever) get to see! Yes, that means the goods about the baby shower goods is coming up in the next post!