This week I've been out on business in Missouri. I like Missouri. My parents live here, although I never have. They moved after I was out of grad school.
I'm traveling with three coworkers. Instead of heading home with them today, I got a flight "home" on Sunday so I could head north to spend time with my parents. So this morning I picked up a rental car, and drove myself to my vendor's site.
The two other ladies that I am traveling with marveled at my decision to drive the three hours by myself to Kansas City. I, on the other hand, think nothing of this. I drove five hours by myself to get to college, back in those days. I've driven across the country three times. I think nothing at all of driving alone.
In fact, back when I was pregnant, one of the women leading a birth class asked what we would miss most when we had a newborn.
"Driving... driving fast, with the windows open and the sunroof open and the music blaring. I will miss driving."
I love the open road. I love the freedom. I love being on my own. I simply can not imagine being afraid of that freedom.
And here I am, just two years later, ready to drive. With loud music, on my way to see my amazing parents. These next three hours in a conference room will feel like an eternity.
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