Sometimes the urge would simply hit him out of nowhere. The desire to just get in the car and see where he ends up. No plan, no map, no destination. Just the sound of the road rolling under his tires and that indescribable thing that takes up a home in his chest that he’s pretty sure is what freedom feels like.
Some days, he can reason with himself about why he shouldn't do those things. He has a life here. A family. Kids. A great job that he loves.
Today was not one of those days.
It won't be the epic trip he would like it to be, because of all those responsibilities that will keep him tied here, grounded in reality, but he could just take a drive for a few hours. He could pretend, just for a little while.
Somewhere in the background of his thoughts, he knows it will end, not in an unknown town across state lines in some shoddy rundown motel, but at 136 Birchwood Avenue. This means the feeling isn't quite the same, of course. But it's close. It's enough, just to have a taste of it sometimes. Because sometimes, a taste is all it takes to push a craving down.
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branchandroot
Day 4: Drive
Date: 2021-11-10 01:05 pm (UTC)Some days, he can reason with himself about why he shouldn't do those things. He has a life here. A family. Kids. A great job that he loves.
Today was not one of those days.
It won't be the epic trip he would like it to be, because of all those responsibilities that will keep him tied here, grounded in reality, but he could just take a drive for a few hours. He could pretend, just for a little while.
Somewhere in the background of his thoughts, he knows it will end, not in an unknown town across state lines in some shoddy rundown motel, but at 136 Birchwood Avenue. This means the feeling isn't quite the same, of course. But it's close. It's enough, just to have a taste of it sometimes. Because sometimes, a taste is all it takes to push a craving down.