The only truth is music. - Jack Kerouac
A year ago today, early in the morning, I threw an overnight bag into Minivan Halen and started the 8.5 hour trek to New Hampshire to ambush my best friend at her surprise 40th birthday party. I had only driven to New Hampshire one other time on my own. For those of you, most of you, who probably don’t know, I didn’t start driving until well into my adult years. I was 33 when I finally took some driving lessons and got my license. It was more of an anxiety thing than a skill thing that I needed to overcome. The not-so-gentle push of divorce was what finally forced it, but I’m so thankful. Driving was a freedom I had no idea how bad I needed. It opened so many doors and opportunities for me. I didn’t really understand what I was missing until I finally had it. You won’t ever catch me doing any inner-city driving but you will find me in the mountains and on the highways that lead to my favorite places and people. Making up for lost time.