Road trips are nostalgic. They bring me back to a place that’s sunny and carefree, somewhere that feels good and evokes happy memories. A moment in time that’s pleasant and safe, somewhere I actually want to be.
When I was a kid coming up in Southeast Jamaica, Queens, loading up the car and riding out was how we rolled. My mother, a retired New York City public school principal, raised me and my two siblings solo for most of our youth, so back then, when we traveled as a family of four, it was almost always by car.