Because “home” isn’t a place you arrive at once. It’s a place you return to over and over again. Until the road between who you are and who you want to be finally feels like yours. When was the last time you took the long way back to yourself?
If this post hit something in you, take the keys. Drive your own seven miles. And come home — not to a building, but to the person you’ve been missing. driveyou7home
Not as an instruction. As a memory.
I hadn’t thought about that phrase in years. But there it was, floating up through the dark like a lifeline. Because “home” isn’t a place you arrive at once