Driving

I spend most of my time driving. Driving to work. Driving to the bar. Driving to the mall. Driving to a friend's house. Driving driving driving. 

It's been five years since I started going behind the wheel and taking on the road to take myself anywhere I wanted or needed to be. 

I sing aloud in my car. Have the most meaningful conversations. The most creative ideas. The most tender moments. The anticipation of getting there...getting to the destination.

But like any good 'ol driver, I try to enjoy the ride more than the "getting there" part. 

The feeling of getting somewhere and heading home is the best, and that's what driving brings. 

Although I try not to do it so much (as I could end up in the hospital), I try to enjoy the views on the window side. And when that sun sets and the car radio plays that melancholic song on cue, the feeling becomes eternal. I know any driver could relate. It's like you're on your own piece of film. You'd be sighing and thinking about your first heartbreak or stepping on the gas pedal slightly heavier as it's just so good to be alive.

Oh the joys of driving. And the joys of having your own car to serve as an extension of you, like a friend, a counterpart, to take loved ones to places...

Yes that's me. Driving myself crazy.