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The last time I drove my car a good distance was to see Rae for her 28th birthday, where we drank way too much and cried during Shrek 2. I only ever drive when it involves seeing her or if it's for business purposes. Rae has been begging me to come see her for a while and I finally found a weekend where nothing crazy is happening so I could come spend a few days with her.
San Diego is probably one of my favorite places to visit, even though I don't go out and see it much. But every so often, when I make this drive, I like to take it all in; the clear skies, the palm trees, tourists, shops. I love it all.
She lives about an hour from me so the drive isn't terrible. The only thing that sucks is the traffic but that's California for you. I created a playlist for moments like this to calm my anxiety and currently I have it blasting through my speakers. The feeling of the car grumbling beneath me across the highway is a weirdly comforting sensation, like I'm doing something new even though I'm not.
The skies are baby blue today like that famous dress on Marilyn Monroe. I'm in such a good mood that it almost feels fake. Getting out of the house for more than a few hours is something I didn't realize I needed so badly.
I reach over and crank the volume up louder on my music and let every tension wash away from me.
By the time I get to Rae's I feel like I might have gone deaf from MGK but don't regret a single second of it.
When I pull up I see Rae sitting on the front porch waiting for me. I can't help but laugh at her impatiently looking at her phone screen like she's waiting for me to text her I'm here.
Fortunately I don't need to do that because she looks up as I pull into the driveway and immediately darts from her spot on the steps to come put me in something close to a choke hold.
"Oh my gosh I missed you so much! How was the drive? Traffic okay? Did you bring everything you need for the weekend? God I missed you!" She asks me a million questions I can't answer her right away because I can barely breath. First my hearing and now my life. Jesus take the wheel.
She let's go and we bring my things inside as I answer all her knit picky questions. "It wasn't terrible, drowned out everything with loud music so all is good." I say, walking through the door and setting my things down in her room.
"That's how it's done. Oh and you can put your bags over there in the usual spot." She points to the empty space under her window where her dresser and bookshelf create a perfect little open corner. Obviously I've stayed over before. Many times to be exact.
