Left work a little late tonight. Will probably happen a lot this week. Myrtle had her top off at lunch today and I hadn’t put it back up. So I turned up the seat heater, cranked the tunes, set the fan on high, and hopped on the highway. A few bright stars could be seen over the suburban glow. The cool air made my eyes tear up and everything seemed clearer. I took a deep breath and held it in as as I crested the overpass. I saw, for what seemed the first time, the lights of businesses, homes, parks, and streets. This is where I live. It is a different kind of forest than the one I grew up in. More concrete, more steel, more races, religion and culture. More pollution, more garbage, more art, technology, and education. More of a lot of things. I wouldn’t give up where I grew up for anything in the world, but I’m enjoying living in something different. Often it takes leaving a place to appreciate what I had. Sometimes I appreciate it enough to go back, sometimes I take that appreciation and keep moving on to new experiences. Regardless, that experience is what makes me who I am today.
And then I exhaled.