A bit of background for you.

Ever since I can remember I've dreamt of picking up everything and taking off to places unknown. It's something primal that grows from deep within your belly and chases at your heals. It's a desire to test the limits of your humanity while exploring a world that you've never known.

I'm Megan. In just a few months I'll be marring my wonderful fiancée, Tony, and then three days after that we will be will begin our summer long road-trip across the US. Before I met Tony it had become a custom of mine to ask friends and boyfriends alike if they wanted to take off with me somewhere. I didn't care where or for how long we went, I simply wanted to go. And, I was inevitably met with the same response every time. They would laugh it off and tell me that I was being silly. The thought of taking off by myself never really appealed to me either. And so my desire to drive off into the sunset was placed neatly on a back burner, but was never forgotten.

Tony and I are similar beings. We started taking day trips together soon after we began dating. He has kept a tattered copy of Jack Kerouac's " On the Road" in his glove compartment since long before I met him. And while I didn't fall in love with him because of his sense of adventure, it certainly is one of the things that I adore about him.

I moved in with Tony in April of 2009. One day we were talking about taking a drive somewhere when the idea for "The Road Trip" popped up. Originally we had decided to aim for the summer of 2010, but then Tony asked the big question and our plans changed. It seemed only natural to make the trip our honeymoon. So we began to set aside the money for our adventure little by little but it just wasn't adding up. We packed up our things, said goodbye to our apartment and moved in with his parents.

We've sacrificed the little trips we may have taken along with many things we would have done to entertain ourselves over the last two years replacing them with working long hours and staying at home. ( more than either of us probably would have liked) All in the name of "The Road Trip."

Now here we are. There are one hundred and seven days left until our wedding. There are one hundred and ten days left until we begin our trip. I can't wait!