The Long Way Home

Let’s Begin at the End

A few years ago, Jeff and I thought it would be fun to drive to Florida for our annual family visit to Ocala – we’d stop along the way, trolling junk stores, finding forgotten towns. Maybe it’s just the busyness of this year, but the drive felt more tedious than usual. Fifteen hours in the car, even split over two days, is rough, especially on mind-numbing I-95. But in the last hours of our journey, we had stepped into another dimension. We checked into our motel and received a complimentary upgrade to a suite – a giant, wood-paneled room with a living area that appeared on camera as if in doll-house scale. I jumped on the bed, leaped off the back of the couch. I took cheesy bathroom mirror shots, turned the air on full blast. I opened the curtains to let the setting sun cast a deep orange across our room. I love being on the road because it takes me that much closer to home.

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