it's almost that time again. you know, the time for the 9 hour
journey back home, where it's only you and the road, forced to reflect
amongst what has happened since the last time you've been here.
what has happened since the last journey back home? it's like one
needs to think about this
in attempt to validate the reasons for not being home anymore... you
gotta enumerate the good things for the sake of making sure that your
choice to move has been justified. well, i don't doubt what i'm
doing. it's what, my 14th time making this trip? by now,
should i put
home in quotes--'home'? on my 6th
hour on the road, it becomes 4am... nothing around, no sound, but
occasional exit signs that you swear you've seen before. that's
the time of the true
reality check.
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