this morning #1656.
this morning, i popped a gummy. hopped in the car. turned on npr. drove the two hours down the highway to my parents’ place. my home up until i was eighteen. though it’s been almost three decades since i moved out, every time i go there, it still feels like i never left. my bedroom’s been kept as a time capsule of my late teens. mom’s not going to change a thing & i’m okay with that. there’s something safe about being able to return to that time in my life every once in a while. it’s a helpful reminder of what i once thought was important. sports & girls. these days, both of those sort of bore me. i wish they didn’t. especially the latter. i’d much rather have a girlfriend sitting next to me in the passenger seat on this drive.