Some people miss home.
But I don’t. I miss the road.
I miss the miles and minutes passing by ‘neath the melody of an engine.
I miss looking over and seeing you – sleeping, laughing, telling me stories.
I miss sunsets in Tennessee and sunrises over Chicago.
I miss scary gas stations at 3am.
I miss conversations that are as free as we are, and go on for hours.
I miss being that kind of happy.
I miss not being here.
Because out there…that’s my home.