We hear it all the time. “It’s not the destination, it’s the journey!”
It all started when 3 busy moms decided to drive down to New York for what promised to be a spectacular weekend away. The drive was a bit
of an annoyance long but it was definitely the most cost effective plan for all of us. But whose car to take? Ann‘s newer small sedan? We’d be cramped but the gas mileage was good. My slightly older gas-guzzling SUV? We’d go broke but at least we’d be comfortable.
Barb had a better idea that would suit not only our desire for a cost efficient trip but also the need for space and comfort. I’ll spare you the details, but bottom line is we ended up with a sponsorship from Dodge and we got to drive down in a fully loaded Dodge Caravan.
The plan was to leave at 5am Thursday morning and make it to NYC by afternoon. By Wednesday afternoon we were all so excited that we decided to leave at 9pm. That night.
It should have been impossible for 3 moms to leave the city a full 8 hours ahead of schedule, but miraculously it all came together and by 9pm we were on the road and there was more than enough space for us AND our stuff!
The fun begins!
Loaded with a basket full of goodies (Thank you, @ottawadodge!) we laughed, shared, and bonded over
sappy stories memories crazy stuff women share when confined in small quarters.
I took the last driving shift around 3am. Out of habit I checked how much gas we had left and I was surprised to see we had MORE than enough gas to make it all the way into Manhattan! My current
junk-bucket car won’t get me to Toronto on a full tank of gas, never mind NYC! Being 22 weeks pregnant and carrying what looks like a watermelon under my shirt I appreciated the adjustable pedals. I’ve been wanting to try those out for about 6 years now, but never had the opportunity. Let me just say they did NOT disappoint!
The conference, the swag (Oh My God the SWAG!), the parties were just what this tired momma needed – even the touristy stuff! But the best part was the drive down. In full disclosure I don’t remember much about the drive back since I slept through most of it; I did manage to snag a picture of all our luggage, swag (and even stowaway swag!) before closing my eyes.
From one of us (I’m not saying who) getting hit on by border patrol, to midnight munchies, to getting lost in a rest station parking lot we made memories that will last us a lifetime. The craziness of leaving early made us all feel like we were throwing caution to the wind; we were no longer on the clock. We had a blast, and it set the tone for the rest of the weekend. I speak for myself when I say I left with a set schedule in mind and ignored it the minute we arrived in NYC. I have absolutely no regrets.
And the best part? It certainly wasn’t getting photographed with the New Year’s Eve ball. It wasn’t being in NYC for the first time. Surprisingly it wasn’t getting inspired with 5000 other bloggers.
Sometimes it really is about how you got there.