As a kid, my family went on the obligatory road trips to various states, but we never went far from the East Coast of America. The only time I’d been west of the Mississippi was on a layover in Los Angeles.
Driving across America, therefore, would be my first real trip around my nation. I didn’t know what to expect. I was going to areas I only had preconceived notions about—the redneck South, the boring Midwest, the beautiful West, and the barren Southwest. Yet driving around shattered many of these ideas. I learned a lot over my two months on the road.
I learned that you never realize how big the country is until you travel across it. You see its size on the map, but you can’t imagine it until you hop in your car, drive 700 miles, and are still in the same state. The size of America is really amazing!
I learned that the American South isn’t so bad. It has some good cities, good food, and good people. I called it the backwater of our nation for a long time, and that was unfair. Sure, there are still aspects of it I don’t like, but by the time I left, I knew I’d like to go back.
I learned that Colorado is my favorite state. I loved everything about that state—the nature, the cities, the people. Out of all the places I’ve been to, this is the one state I’d consider moving to. It had everything my heart desires (as long as I can migrate to warmer weather in the winter!).
I learned that the Southwest isn’t so barren. (There are forests there!) If you’ve never been to Arizona or New Mexico, you’re missing out on some of the most beautiful states in the Union. The Grand Canyon, Sedona, Santa Fe, Carlsbad, the landscape—all of it (except Phoenix) is amazing. While I wouldn’t want to live there, my visit turned this area into my favorite section of the country. I can’t wait to explore its forests, deserts, and canyons again. There’s much more out there than retirement communities and golf.
I learned that I can get over my fears, hike 50 miles, go on roller coasters, and travel alone. I learned that I could learn. I survived two months on the road by myself. I met people, I navigated cities, and I made friends all over the country.
I learned random things like: New Orleans, Savannah, and Charleston are the best cities in the US. Carl’s Jr. has the best fast food. Waffle House hash browns are a gift from God. You can fake a Tasmanian accent, because Americans never travel. Southern sweet tea isn’t all it’s cracked up to be, but southern cooking is. New Orleans has amazing music. International visitors think the US has some of the friendliest people in the world, and I would have to agree. And always read your map—otherwise you could miss your exit and end up in the wrong state!
Most importantly, though, I learned that, in the famous words of Le Monde, we are all Americans. I have a new appreciation for my countrymen and a new empathy for them. I may not like them all or agree with their opinions, but, at the end of the day, I know we’re the same—there’s no great difference between us. America is a diverse nation, yet the one thing I noticed about this country, despite our sometimes vast political and cultural differences, was that we are the same. Day to day, we live the same lives, share the same hopes, dreams, fears, and stresses. We share the same underlying values, thoughts, and beliefs. We all want the economy to do well, our children to have a good education, and our politicians to lead.
At the same time, it’s easy to notice all the differences when you travel. There are glaring cultural differences from region to region, state to state, and city to city—from the slowness of the South to the fast pace of the East Coast, the cowboys of the West, and the small towns of the Corn Belt. This great dichotomy between sameness and diversity is really what makes America great, and it’s what made a lasting impression on me.
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