I had to find a way to keep moving. I needed a focus, to keep my eyes on the road. Funny, I never even liked driving that much. I’m hopeless with maps and directions and lane changing and terms like northeast. But I always liked the thought of driving far. Like, really, really far. Past wherever I was “supposed” to go. I always wondered what would happen if I did it, if I just kept driving and driving and driving. No plans, no idea, and no reason not to trust the road would take me there. Now I cannot wonder anymore, there has become here. (at New York, New York)