Written on September 2, 2011

Friday before Labor day, 3pm and the roads were relatively empty. I headed homeward. The knot in my stomach tightening – reality sinking in. R had just got back from Singapore and in a matter of months we would be moving. As Itunes pick some of my favorites in the background, I imagined life in a new country – a country where I will not need a car.

I really did not love driving. It takes me from A to B but it has become a routine – a part of me. I like the freedom of having wings. To buzz across, go to the store, grab something and the freedom in it.

I will not miss driving – but I will miss the few moments of solitude my commute offers. I will miss the convenience. I will not miss a heartbeat every time the car is gassed up or every time I swipe the card after maintenance checks. I will have to clean up a much smaller carbon footprint. The positives are many – I just need to get used to the idea and that is hard. Really hard.

I did not realize that I was crying – I was driving, I was crying – happy tears and sad tears intermingled – this was going to be unforgettable journey