I have been thinking a lot about roads. I keep on seeing different roads that I have taken throughout my life in my mind. I imagine the feelings I had when I took that road, the excitement, the anticipation, the happiness, the grief, the sadness, the lonliness and all the other emotions that could go along with whatever comes at the end of that road.
but there is one road that keeps popping up in my mind continously, it’s the road that leads to my mom’s house. I miss driving down that winding road that leads me to the gravel drive way that I can still hear crunching underneath my cars wheels. The feeling of “yes, I am home.”
Now, I travel different roads and home is not the same winding road anymore. It’s a nice place in a new town but I love it.