Day 166-- Reconciliation

I’ll write an entry tomorrow about tips on roadtripping because it is a bit of an art.  My boyfriend is one of my favorite travel companions because I play good music and he plays interesting podcasts.  We always bring snacks and he tends to do most of the driving there and I usually do most of the driving back.  We had a funny discussion during the car ride about me getting an iPhone to replace my lost ghetto-tastic 4 years old phone.  I honestly had the ugliest old phone in the world.

Eight hours later and it was a beautiful sadness driving back into our towns.  I thought of the little restaurant Saher and I had dinner at during the first winter break back from college.  I think we just ate dessert and talked about future days when we’d be there drinking glasses of wine and talking about our successful lives.  She’s in Virginia now and I don’t know when I’ll see her again.  I thought of my high school and, as bored as I was during my time there, it’s so strange that high school becomes an abstract place of memory for all of us instead of that concrete school it actually is.  I thought of my first apartment in Danville and the fresh baked bread every morning down the street.  I thought of Rae, my only friend still in the area, but she’s up in SF and I simply don’t have time to meet up this trip.

It was strange and lovely driving into town at 2:45am and realizing that my boyfriend and I are the only ones still standing.   I reached out for his hand.  He held it for a time and took it back during a turn.  With how things have been going lately I figured that was that.  But soon enough he reached out to hold my hand again and I felt peace.  I’m home again.

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