Left turn somewhere and I am lost. Exciting. I am in a new place, alone and in charge. I'm free.

Drive a few more miles one direction, familiar landmarks. Relief and disappointment at the same time. There should be a word for that.

Merge onto the freeway, no one infront, no one behind. Press pedal to floor and feel the once soothing breeze whip at my face. Refreshing. Ninety-five miles an hour, I don't need that.

Coast back down to thirty. Done with that boost, time to chill again.