The trip seamed to be winding down. On our way home and it felt incomplete. There was still something else that needed to be done. Getting there could be difficult considering it had the possibility to make or break the entire adventure. The city we had thought we could escape.
The city that spits us out either dazed or broken. We had planned on making a little stop on the way, but somehow made our way past it. We did this by making as many stops as possible prior to passing, and the longest route in the farthest direction. Those two combined are very helpful tools while playing the avoidance game.
We could have traveled by train or airplane and still found a way to make a stop there on the way home. The pizza alone makes the stop worth it. Some of my fondest memories have been made in the mist of the bay. The best bay that is.
Thoughts of moving to the bay have been on my mind since the day I stepped foot on its magical,grimy, misty soil. But there are so many reasons not to. Reasons involving more than just love, money, and sanity.
But driving by the water in his jacket. Smelling the ocean. Breathing in its' air. Every bone in my body whispered to my muscles and skin a word that melted my marrow to pure aching fluids that forced my body to give in. Give in to the go. Give in to the life. Give into growth. Give in to the possibility of what is and what will be.
