I was working, which involves going to people’s houses. I had been asked to go to a city a distance away and I wasn’t at all happy about it. As I was getting closer though I realized I was headed straight for our old “stomping grounds”. Where he lived, where his best friend lived, where he worked, where his sister lived, where I drove so many times over a five year span.
I realized as I got closer to “that exit”, I was pleading with my GPS not to tell me it was the exit I needed to take. Well I decided long ago my GPS hates me any damn way, so of course that was my exit. Suddenly I was in the center of a vortex of memories.
And I couldn’t breathe. My heart was racing, I was sweating, I was shaking. I had to stop at a gas station. It took me 40 minutes before I could make myself drive. I really never thought I would have that much of a reaction, I thought I was past a lot of that bullshit…….but I’ve thought that several times before and I’m always wrong.