DRIVE, HE SAID/SHE SAID/WE SAID

There was a time when all someone had to say was, “Let’s go" (somewhere, anywhere), and I would have hopped in the car and said impatiently, “When are we leaving?” And once the trip was underway I never asked, "Are we there yet?" The joy was in the going, not the getting there, in the passing through, never in the staying. I stopped a few times but never stayed for long. Stopping brings regret. Going does not. Regret doesn't travel well. So I went. And kept going. And had no regrets.

Times change. Now it is going that brings regret. Stopping does not. And I have stopped in a place where I will stay. And it is difficult to leave, even for a few days. But I am on the move again.

SEPARATED AT BIRTH BUT NOT FAR ENOUGH