Weekly state: driving.

I am getting comfortable in the seat as I make my way back home.

There’s many places I call home, sometimes it is even just the company I am with. The only necessary and essential component is driving.

Are you ever home when there is no period of anticipation in between setting off to home and arriving? I need the nervousness in my stomach, the jiggly sensation of restlessness, the imagination of what is expecting me.

I envision people and places, past moments and what’s about to come. I am sweetly suffering because of the fact I still have hours to go.

The only relief is the knowledge of getting ever closer to making new memories.

Thanks for driving me.