The first time I drove all by myself, freedom overcame every cells of my then teenager body. What a feeling ! I was FREE !
I could drive to New-York, Mexico, Buenos Aires if I wanted. I had a car, barely any money to fill it up but who cares. I could go anywhere.
The whole wide world wide mine. (On this side of the Atlantic anyway.)
Time went by, of course. To the grocery store. To the daycare. To the park in the next little town my kiddo loves so much.
I drive though our little routine without thinking, sometime wishing I had the guts to drive pass my street, pass this small town and head to anywhere, once I’d said hello to New-York.
Just because.