Wednesday, July 25, 2007

Going Home

I'm on my way home. It's a long drive to think about a whole lot of things, but I think this time I'll put on some mind-numbing music. It feels good going home. It feels good knowing what home is. Where doesn't matter; it's what's waiting for you when you get there that makes it home.
I'm going home.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

And, usually waiting for me is a mountain of bills, cobwebs in the corner and moldy bread. Here's hoping its better for you!

Butterfly Wife said...

have a safe, serene trip. :)