Impromptu Road Trip?

Poetry By Julia

Sometimes I feel the unsolicited urge to get in my car and drive to Los Angeles.

I miss my family, and my desire to see familiar faces almost outweighs my disdain for sitting in the car.

Almost.

But every time, I shake my head, turn onto a familiar street, and fall into familiar patterns.

Telling myself, it’s okay.

I’ll see them soon.

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