Good Trip

When deciding where to travel on my latest day trip, I felt like Eddie Murphy in the movie Coming to America.  Coming from the east coast, I was accustomed  to traveling from state to state via train. When looking for a small town to visit  in Illinois, I used my built in schema for cities that exist on the east coast.  In the movie, when Eddie Murphy’s character looked for a place in New York City  he decided to travel to Queens, NY because he was in search of a queen.  When I researched the places that  Amtrak traveled within Illinois, one city stuck out in particular. Because I was in search of a quiet place to write, I chose Princeton, IL. At the time I was sure it probably differed from Princeton, New Jersey, the college town known for its picturesque scenery and the well known Princeton University. Though I am originally from Chicago, I had never heard of Princeton, IL.

I enjoy the opportunity to travel, even if it is to a small  town without a cab service (more about that later). The cool thing about traveling with my daughter is her willingness to go, despite not knowing the destination.  She is content with her snacks and magazines, eagerly awaiting the next adventure.  My desire to travel is probably as a result of my freedom and ability to travel over the past decade. We’ve lived in three different cities on the east coast, each of them with their own unique circumstances. It reminds me of the Dr. Seuss book, Oh the places we go. The wisdom that is introduced in his book is quite valuable:

Congratulations!
Today is your day!
You're off to great places!
You're off and away!
You have brains in your head.
You have feet in your shoes.
You can steer yourself
any direction you choose.'
You're on your own.
And you know what you know.
And YOU are the one who'll decide where to go. 

Though we are not quite sure of the places that we will go within our lifetime, we must remember the importance of each place; even the most small experiences.  They are all important in some way, and can teach us something about our lives. We stayed a delightful hotel called the AmericInn.  They even picked us up from the train because there was no cab service in the town, and the owner graciously dropped us off in the morning.  I was impressed by their hospitality and loved the cute train station with the wooden benches and historic preservation.

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