We leave our home and head west,
and cross mile after mile of seemingly endless highway.
There is no end in sight
as we pass countless semi-trucks and other vacationers.
After two days of driving, the landscape begins to change:
the hills get higher and sagebrush replaces winter’s barren cornfields.
We strain our eyes as we look towards the horizon
and finally see jagged mountain tops in the distance.
From the moment when the mountains appear
a subtle excitement feels the cab.
We know that a mere six hours away
we will find the warmth and love of family.
The final hours pass quickly as landmarks are pointed out
and childhood memories are shared.
Eventually we arrive at the home that centers in those memories
and as we disembark, the door is opened, and we join those memories inside.
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