I’ve gotta get out of the house

I probably shouldn’t be driving long distances, but I was thinking about the time I went from California to New York just to take a trip and see Wicked live. I was thinking about my last job, and how they sent me driving around all over the place to survey houses in other towns. I think that’s why I lost my desire for travel overall, but I’d still like to drive around right now.

I’d asked my sisters a couple days ago if any of them felt like going the next town over just to get a coffee and drive. Because they couldn’t all go, no one would. Oh well. I decided to go today. Was going to go on my own, but I remembered that, after dad died, mom was always asking if she could go on the longer drives with me to work. She couldn’t stand to be in the house.

Even though we haven’t been getting along lately, I asked her if she wanted to come. She said she did. She’ll probably just fall asleep in the car, and I can practice letting go of things that don’t really matter; my anger. Maybe the drive will help me calm down. I just felt like doing something other than sitting around. I could do a bit like I used to from time to time. Here’s hoping I don’t have a coughing fit along the way.