BACL-anglaisLV2-sujet-2016

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The day I decided to embark on a cross country road trip, I was almost immediately
greeted by support by my husband and my best friends with whom I shared the plan.
To those who knew me well, sure, it seemed borderline radical, but not at all out of
character. I had set off on trips before to Europe, Mexico and all around the
South. Fact is, I was born with wanderlust1 5 in my veins. Must have inherited it from all
my ancestors three generations ago who endured long boat rides across the Atlantic
Ocean to start a new life in America.
A lot of people have asked me why I’m traveling by myself across the country. Why
not take my best friend? Why not wait until my husband could go with me? What
10 about one of my sisters? The answer is simple and yet complex. I wanted time to
myself. I wanted an adventure for myself. I wanted a trip that was wholly mine. I
wanted empty two lane highways through Arkansas and random sightseeing in
Kansas. I wanted to give into my wanderlust and just go and see. By myself.
Traveling across the country is something I’ve wanted to do again after my aunt and I
15 drove from Pittsburgh to Seattle over three and a half days in 2010. Before then, I
didn’t understand how vast this country is. Sure, traveled the East coast more times
than I could count, but that didn’t compare to the emptiness of Iowa, the jagged
mountains of Wyoming and Montana where I fell in love with everything I saw around
me.