I got lost last night. Really lost and really scared.
When I was in high school I spent many late weekend nights driving around the city by myself. I know...we all have our quirks though, right? My car was my sanctuary from the drama, the awkwardness, the insecurities of being a teenage girl. I would blast my favorite songs and drive for hours. I loved getting lost and using nothing but my memory (and awesome navigation skills) to find my way back home. It gave me a thrill. I loved being able to escape.
Last night I met up with a group of strangers for a girls' night out. It's not something I normally do. Friendships are hard for me. Strangers are even harder. I ended up having a great time though. It was wonderful. But on both the drive there (which was on the other side of town) and the drive home, I got lost. Sooo lost. It was dark, I don't have GPS, and I was alone in a brand new big city. Luckily my husband is incredible and talked me through everything. He guided me back to where I needed to be and helped me find my way home. The moment I walked in the door I fell in his arms and sobbed. I had never been happier to be home.
It may seem like a silly story. A grown woman crying because she got turned around on the freeway. But what makes it something worth remembering is the realization that came from the experience. I am a different girl than I once was. I have no reason to want to escape my life, even for a late night drive and the thrill of getting lost for a small moment. I have a life that I love living every single day. I have blessings. I have responsibilities and a home to keep in order. I have a husband and a daughter who need me. I need them. And I would rather be with them than anywhere else.
I am so happy to have found my way back home.
[Austin Zoo / February 2011]
Participating in Project 52: Glimpse Into Motherhood