My mother and I were rounding a bend surrounded by other cars, some shining as if they were mirror polished, while others were so dirty that the brake lights could barely shining through the old dirt and sand. I sat in the passenger seat of our 1999 Ford Explorer and looked out at the road and highway views as we took us through Atlanta, Georgia. On the side of the highway there were lovely green meadows growing up the side of small hills, speckled with yellow and white. As the curve slowly straightened, the city of Atlanta, Georgia loomed in the distance. From our point of view the city seemed to be located on the top of a hill. It sat there, covered in a cloudy haze, and as we got closer, it seemed to stretch higher and higher above us, as if it were growing. This was the first time I had actually tried driving in a big city. Our destination was Fort Jackson, South Carolina, and driving was the only way to get there. When I travel anywhere, I always feel a whirlwind of emotions swirling inside me, feeling a bit like butterflies in my stomach. It almost resonated with me, which confused others as to why I was so happy to travel. When I travel, I stay awake and take in all the different views. It is a remedy for every depression I find myself in. For some, traveling is a boring and heavy burden, while for others it is a fun and exciting opportunity to see the world and its people. I have many different travel experiences that I still dream about today. One trip that changed me was the one where we drove to Fort Jackson, Carolina and returned home. On the journey to get there, we went round and round through the states of Arkansas, Tennessee, Mississippi, Alabama, Georgia... middle of paper... his shoulder, as his extreme shyness at that time he stopped me from introducing myself to all his family members first. It was a moment I won't soon forget. He turned and realized exactly who I was, then hugged me tightly. I had so many different emotions bottled up inside me that I burst into tears like a waterfall and couldn't stop. After about a minute, I started to come to my senses and realized his family was standing there awkwardly. I immediately introduced myself to them. They were all good people and I felt extremely relieved. This was not the end of my journey, but just the beginning. I travel more often now thanks to him and I love him more than anything. Traveling isn't just about the experience of the road, it's also about the places and people you meet. I love every single emotion it gives me and I wish I could travel more often.