A Letter on the Road Home

That is the rhythm of this life: new roads, new places, new beginnings, over and over again, until the unfamiliar becomes familiar and then, just as quickly, becomes something we carry away with us.

And then, every so often, there are these roads—the ones that do not ask to be learned again, the ones that do not need a GPS, the ones that have held you before you ever thought to question whether you belonged there.