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When I first learned to drive, I would run every errand. When I got a car in college, I would drive up to the mountain overlooks with friends, just because. For years I had a lengthy commute, and while it was exhausting, I didn’t mind the drive. Now, it’s a strange week that passes where I haven’t driven in meandering circles around town, coffee or tea in hand, singing along to my playlist, listening to my current audiobook, going nowhere. Thinking. Processing. Being. Sometimes I’m with friends or family, but especially recently, I’m alone. When everything was locked down, I would get in my car and drive just to feel like I had something to do - someplace to go. There’s something about a drive that centers me, grounds me. Sometimes I’ll loop around town, sometimes I’ll drive till I need to turn on the GPS to find my way back. Sometimes I find myself in unexpected and beautiful paces, like this lake, where I drank my coffee and listened to the water and thought to myself that in spite of everything, things might be okay. ID in alt text via Instagram https://instagr.am/p/CNz-oDbrJf_/