MAKING UP FOR
LOST TIME BY MAGGIE JAY
Road trip. What did that make you think of? A spontaneous spring break? A trip to see grandma? Every road trip has a different story to tell. That’s why I love them so much. They’re personal–it’s all about who you’re with and why you’re with them. Road trips are either where you share your most painful memory at 3am in the rural counties of the upper midwest, or where you have a screaming match with your best friend over who’s turn it is to drive. Relationships either thrive or die in your Honda. There’s no in between. Here’s what road trips make me think of: half a dozen unsolved cold cases, eighteen-year-old Zac Efron, and six years’ worth of lost time.
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SOUVENIRS
And here’s the story behind the most interesting thirty hours of my adult life. I was walking along a beach in Agoura Hills, California when I got a call from one of my oldest and closest childhood friends, Joy. She was moving back to Minneapolis, and she wanted my help driving her stuff there. From Santa Barbara. I hardly hesitated. “So, when are we leaving?” She could hear my smile through the phone. It wasn’t just my love of road trips or my heinous fear of flying that made this such an easy decision. Joy is the closest thing I have to a sister. We met on the first day of kindergarten, and she’s been family
